Gwen ran into the "office" a few minutes ago super excited. "Mommy! I found a spider!" Oh great. I freaking hate spiders...with a passion. So I ask her where and she says, yet again, extremely excited "on Mommy's clothes!" Damn it! I know cleanliness is next to Godliness. We've been lacking on the Godliness lately. I know I shouldn't have left those freshly washed clothes sitting on my bedroom floor. Now I get to search for spiders as I fold them (the worst job ever...next to dusting and doing the dishes, and cleaning in general. Did I ever tell you that when Morgan asked me what I'd do with the money first if we ever won the lottery, and I said I'd hire someone to clean my house? He told me that was me being lazy. He said it's like hiring someone to come wipe your bum for you just so you don't have to do it. "Whatever!" I said, you could buy a bidet.) Anyway, back to the spider. So I grab my slipper and head off to the bedroom to find the nasty spider. It was just a tiny white one, so no big nasty hobo spider to kill. I smashed the spider (sorry Mom, I know it's bad luck to kill a white spider in the house...my mom would always set them outside when she found one. But to me a spider is a spider. A scary, why did God create these things, spider). After the murder, Gwen proceeded to exclaim "Oh mommy, you killed the spider! He's dead! He be so happy now!" Yeah, well Gwen, I don't think so, but we'll let you continue to think that spiders are happy when they die. Just like we teach you that Honey is the food of the devil.