Pay Up

In this time of economic hardship, I've just come to realize that I never got my $7 for killing that spider. B -- give me my money or I will tie up that child from downstairs and keep him under your bed as torture.

Also, I believe you owe me a back rub on the 14th of every month. I don't remember what that one was for, but it's in my planner so it stands. I don't want to have to call my lawyers.

i just made seven bucks

and that sucker isn't escaping

i'm busy blogging

Sweet. I have a new excuse not to do things for Beth. Like kill innocent spiders. (Note: although she is supposedly terrified of said spider, she is currently on her tiptoes getting very very close in a desperate attempt to take a picture of it. Presumably to post it here. Let's see how well I know her.)

I am going to take revenge for the soon-to-be-dead spider and release this fun foto of how we spend our nights in the lovenest.

RIP spidey.