Arachnophobia Returns
- At September 07, 2012
- By Roxanne Snopek
- In Life, Roxanne Writes On
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Oh YAY.
‘Tis the season when spiders make their annual bid for world domination. This little nugget has been guarding my garage door all day. Pictures never quite do them justice, but with legs out, she’s about three inches long.
THREE INCHES OF SPIDER??
That’s about four inches more than I’m comfortable with.
Now, I’m no squealy girly-girl. I think snakes are cool. I like digging in dirt, banging nails into things, lifting heavy objects. I understand the value of spiders to the ecosystem, the concept of environmental balance, circle of life and all.
But as soon as My Mr(Always)Right comes home, I’m making him KILL IT!
Ever Wonder What “Smexy”* Means?
I see this all the time in reviews, and never knew what it meant. Well, today, in Challenge #3 of Entangled Publishing’s #HeroWars, I learned!
Come join the fun as we promote the Bliss books, including my latest release, Three River Ranch. Oh, did I mention? There’s a bright shiny NOOK for one lucky participant, too!
*Nope, not the way to hail a cab in Mexico.
Last child syndrome…
Our youngest, referred to herein as Potsticker, or Pik for brevity, shared the following joke with me this morning. (Her life is a barrel of bloody razor-blades. Just ask her.)
It’s not original, so if you’re the one who told it first, well, sucks to be you.
First-born child: “Mommy, why am I named Petal?”
Mommy: “Because when you were born, a petal landed on your head.”
Second-born child: “Mommy, why am I named Rose?”
Mommy: “Because when you were born, a rose landed on your head.”
Last-born child: “My favorite color is potato.”
Mommy: “Shut the hell up, Brick!”