ION, I'm up a little earlier than normal because I wanted to check the house before Jilli awoke. I'm checking for spiders.

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Um, yeah. Unfortunately I saw about two dozen very small white spiders (half the size of an ant) on the ceilings last night just before bedtime. Clearly their mom laid an egg in a space above one of our light fittings. We probably would have remained completely unaware of them if they didn't have the proclivity to build webs around the lights allowing them to kind of show up with a pearly glow.

Yeah, Jilli's not thrilled. So, I've been busy dealing with them. I'd like my medal now, but would settle for a cappuccino.

Hands Pete Medal of Honor and cappuccino

And it was Jell-O.

Poor be-spidered Jilli. Yay for brave husbands who will get rid of the creepy crawlies.

Says the woman who once hollered for her husband to remove a (really, it was huge!) spider from the shower curtain because it was looking at her.

Pete, you are truly a hero among husbands.

Ta very much. Remember, I'm scared of spiders too, though not ones the size of ants. Those get squished between my fingers as there's no other way of really dealing with them.

A former friend of mine once put a six inch rubber tarantula in my shower. That was the start of the end of our friendship.

I had to be in at 8 today. Not because I had so much work to do that I needed to come in early, but because I had to make sure breakfast was here for an 8:30 meeting. Boo for having all important work done by 10am.

DJ, have I met this BFF?

Ha! No, because she's never with us anymore, but you met the other 2 in our little crew on Friday. The girl with the long blonde hair is the other Heather, and the one with the curly red hair who isn't me is Geri. One half of the lesbian couple is sort of in our circle too. Well they both really are, but we all made friends through BFF and now we mostly hang out with each other without her.

Still feel unenthusiastic about the going away dinner, but I think I'm going to write a letter to give to her to read later.

Scrappy, I'm sorry I was wrapped up in my own stuff and forgot to punctuate for you!

How do you feel about giant flying roaches, Pete?

A former friend of mine once put a six inch rubber tarantula in my shower. That was the start of the end of our friendship.

Yeah, no kidding. If someone had done that to Jilli, it would have been the start of something, probably a murder investigation.

How do you feel about giant flying roaches, Pete?

The very thought of them makes me squirm.

I have made Mr. Jane come running in a room wearing nothing but his birthday suit and swinging a tennis shoe because of those things more times than I can count.

It's one of the (admittedly many) reasons I can't imagine being married to anyone else.

Thanks for the birthday wishes, all, and especially Aimee for the AWESOME birthday song!