i was right

the trip into work this morning was traumatic too. kept looking over my shoulder for a fuzzy little arachnid that surely has nothing better to do than to stalk me. every little tickly sensation that crossed my skin...every shift of light that passed the outer corner of my vision...*shiver* compounding this feeling of immiment confrontation with this critter is the fact that i found a quarter-sized cousin of yesterday's hitchhiker running across my family room floor.

i am starting to feel like Marianne with her bugs and creepy-crawlies and yucky critters. and i didn't even make any jokes to tick off the Bug Gods in the first place!!

all i know is that there are some times a girl would rather not be right. not many of them but this is one.