Carter whipped an old curtain rod out of the closet the other day and told me he is Gandolf. He's so awesome.
My worst fear happened the other night. I was lying in bed staring into the darkness that would be the ceiling if I could peer directly through the darkness...when a super fast, scurrying spider crawled up my shoulder and across my chest when I violently flicked it away and snapped on my bedside light. And then it scurried UNDER the sheet under my duvet and I almost heart attacked as I whipped the blankets back and slammed the &!?@"$#*! spider with a book.
What was he thinking? Had I been 40 years older and my arteries 80% more blocked I could have DIED. Then how would he feel? I showed him. Have fun scurrying around in spider heaven (hell).
Also, we have a lady bug epidemic in our house right now. I wish them all a grizzly, slow death of spinning in my vacuum cleaner. Not the biggest insect fan currently.
On a brighter note, check out my shoes. These were from my grandma and now that I've displayed my current little collection, I can't wait to hunt for more at the flea market next year. They're all over the place. I collect these little shoes (and tea cups!) and Carter collects little porcelain salt and pepper shakers. I know. Best flea marketers ever.