Teehee. I’m fried.
ht to Linda Arnone from FB
Teehee. I’m fried.
ht to Linda Arnone from FB
Honestly, you’d think by now I’d know that the spider is being OVERLY TENACIOUS and insistent on building his web there.
I suppose, as I remove spiderweb from my face and hair, that I could see this as, perhaps, a message that I could be as committed to success in my own projects. I get it. I do. I’ll go build some spiderwebs of my own.
Then, I will sit quietly with my coffee and watch the rest of the world do the “freaked out oh my god I just walked into a spiderweb dance.” And laugh.
MUAHAHA!
Every night it’s the same conversation:
himself: what’s for dinner?
moi: what would you like?
himself: chateaubriand
moi: try again
himself: beef wellington
moi: um…mac and cheese?
himself: gross!
moi: spaghetti?
himself: nah.
Every night. I got nuthin. Anybody got a recipe for beef wellington?