The game is on!

I hate spiders. I loathe them. I detest them. I think that they are the spawn of Satan


This isn't a secret at my house. My kids all know this.


So, this morning, when I opened my bedroom door and found this on the floor, I tinkled in my big girl panties I almost wet my pants.


They must not know that everyday I walk a line between being mentally competent and totally insane. That line is fine my friends, that line is fine.


How do they know that this wouldn't have pushed me over the edge? This could have been the straw that broke the camel's back, or as known around here, the final stitch in the strait jacket.


For now, no one is admitting fault. But I know that it didn't crawl there by itself **shudder**.


This means war!

The game is on...