Hating Life

Grrr. PMS + Leaving Boyfriend = Bad Combo.

There is not one but two spiders on my ceiling. One is nasty gangly and the other is nasty hairy. Nasty gangly is hovering over my desk. Nasty hairy is looming over my bedside table. Stay away from the bed spiders. I generally believe in a No Spider Squished in Kleenex policy, but I have no problem with sweeping spiders away. If you fall on the floor the kitty might find you. We all know what kittys do with little crawly things, don't we? They squash them with their paws until almost dead! Then, when the fun is over, they leave crawly things for dead, or they eat crawly things. Just stay away from the bed is all I'm saying.

Update: Oh dear, nasty hairy is nowhere to be seen; hopefully he's gone into nasty hairy hiding. Nasty gangly has migrated towards the bed. Look spiders, Kitty-cat is ON THE BED, granted she's napping, but remember that part about squished until almost dead? Stay away from the bed!

In other news, I do NOT want to go on my camping trip this weekend. Alas, I've paid and said I would bring food. Why do I not want to go? One of my mommy friends is an OBSESSIVE mommy. She's driving me batshit with her compulsiveness. I just don't want to be around her, don't want to help with the kid. Maybe I could just hide in my tent and read.