So I think my daughter has a new phobia, and granted, I don’t blame her much. We were at the store, going to pick up my prescription at the pharmacy. Emma sat in one of those car carts; the one that’s a cart, but there’s a car up front they can drive.
Anyway, I’m talking to the pharmacist and she just starts SCREAMING. I mean screaming, so the entire store is looking at her. She’s clutching her hands, and I think that maybe she hurt herself. I go to see what’s the matter, and she’s like incoherent, babbling. Finally she yells, “Spider!” and I look over, and there’s this bigger-than-a-quarter-sized spider hanging from the roof of the car an inch from her head. And the poor kids buckled in. So I grab her and pull her out, we abandon the car/cart and get the heck out of dodge. I could have just killed the spider, I suppose, but I hate killing bugs (I think it’s kind of mean) and I’m afraid of spiders, too. :)
So after that, we took off for Lacy Dane’s house for a sleepover, to let the kids and let the moms hang out. The kids got a long just fabulous as usual. I just love seeing Emma play with other children because she’s my only kid. No siblings. Well, she does have a half sister she adores, but we don’t see her as much as I’d like. And then this morning I went to my brother’s house for a mother’s day brunch. Now…I must buckle down and finish this futuristic shifter for Deanna. I promised it to her by the 20th. Or actually I told her to give me a day she’d like it by, so that’d I’d make sure I’d do it (that deadline thing I need!). Today I’m writing the lurrve scene. Good times.
Anyway. Happy….
