Pete did call, bless him.

Paul's here, checking for EVIL.

These are good men. Scott's bug-catcher/killer-in-chief, but if I called him at work to come kill a spider, he'd laugh, and laugh, and laugh at me. Big love for Paul (and Pete) right now.

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I wish you lived closer just so I could

Me too! (I might have filled in my own blanks here a little)

I am kicking ass at work today. I thought my boss was going to snarl at me, but no, she did not. Nice once I can finally, oh, manage the projects like I was hired to do. I think I might end up finishing a few projects and billing today. Gotta love it. (I just ate lunch, my blood sugar might be affecting my post. FWIW.)

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OK. Ready to go for the interview, except for putting on my suit, which I'm saving for the last minute.

Why is it that yesterday when I had nothing special to do, my hair (newly cut as of Saturday) was effortlessly cute, while today it's borderline stupid?

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Because of Murphy and his dumbass laws, that's why!

Much luck and ~ma to you, Susan.

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but if I called him at work to come kill a spider, he'd laugh, and laugh, and laugh at me

Well, I'm not entirely certain if Plei's level of phobia is up there with mine, but I know it's pretty close. And since the spider that she saw was probably exactly like the ones we get at our place ... my general reaction to the larger ones is to hyperventilate and come close to fainting.

I'm getting better. The other day I was able to go get a glass and trap a (very very) small spider in the bathroom. Pete had to do the actual transport & throw outside part, but I didn't completely freak. However, the T. Gigantea (don't google. Just. Don't.) ALWAYS trigger my phobia, and hard. And of course those are the ones being active right now. Gaaaaah.

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Christopher would come home to kill a spider for me--if it got him out of a boring meeting.

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Plei,

Usually I don't notice those count-down types of giggamahoogies people put on their Live Journals (you know, the "3 months and two days 'til we're married" sorts of things). But this one counts a baby's age, and one of my friends posted it in her journal. I still wouldn't have thought twice about it, except the website that produces it is called Lilypie. [link]

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Well, I'm not entirely certain if Plei's level of phobia is up there with mine, but I know it's pretty close. And since the spider that she saw was probably exactly like the ones we get at our place ... my general reaction to the larger ones is to hyperventilate and come close to fainting.

Scott's a good man, and a nice husband, but I think he'd let me twist in the wind, even with the subject of a deep phobia. I hope it was clear that I was only showing appreciation for Pete and Paul, because I think that's just sweet as all get out.

I'm getting better. The other day I was able to go get a glass and trap a (very very) small spider in the bathroom.

Wow, Jilli. That's terrific.

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Ha! Interview-ma (and hair ma) to Susan. Sometimes hair has a crisis after it's cut, that's my only explanation.

Hopefully things have turned around for me a bit. I got back from the doctor and it looks like my weird skin stuff is not cancer, or anything that could become cancer. In fact, the dermatologist didn't think it was at all sun related. Now I have a prescription to try and fix it and if it's gone in a month or so there's nothing to worry about. So thanks for all the good vibes last weekend!

Doxycycline sucks. I took it twice a day for years, and they were not kidding about taking it with food. If I didn't drink enough water with it, it felt like it burned- that may have just been psychological, though.

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You find a Plutonium Dragon. He is quickly made Ancient and Enraged.

I am a Cleric Elf with a halfling and full body armor as well as a mace. I pput a shrinking spell on the dragon and smash him with my mace.

I win.

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