The Eensy Weensy Spider

I think I ate a spider.

I woke up yesterday morning with a bite on one of my fingers. I didn't think much of it until the evening when I noticed that the corner of my mouth had been sore all day. There was a red spot there and it was getting more and more tender.

I get up this morning. The red spot on my mouth is getting bigger and hurts even more than yesterday.

I would say its a cold sore but I've never had one of those, and no one else in my family has either. So how would I just magically get a cold sore?

So thats when I came to the conclusion that I must have eaten a spider, and right before it went in my mouth it bit me.

"They" say that we eat an average of 8 spiders in our lifetime. I have NO idea how anyone could possibly know that, unless they watch someone sleep every night of their life, but thats what they say.

It doesn't make sense to me though, I mean when do you see spiders crawl on people's faces? They usually stay way up in the corner of the ceiling. Are they watching you, waiting for you to fall asleep so they can commit suicide? I can just see the thinking, "Hmmmmm, of all the places I can crawl, I think I'll go in this gaping hole thats forcefully blowing air at me..."

It just doesn't make sense.

So anyway, I might have a cold sore. But I really do want to know who could have spread this to me, so I can set some spiders loose on them one night.

Its a Wonderful Day in the Neighborhood

Hey.

Is been awhile.

I'm going for a record of starting each blog post apologizing for not blogging enough, so you know.

I just haven't felt like I've had anything to share lately. I've been doing stuff here and there, I've got stuff going on but I haven't felt like blogging really. Whats got me here then, compelling me to blog?

Nothing like barf to get your "juices flowing". (Wow. That was so gross, the visual I gave myself with that!)

Anyway, the barf thing. I went outside yesterday morning to throw something in the recycle can, and there on my front porch (that I share with the neighbors, as their house is attached to my house) was barf. Someone had thrown up all over the porch and then they had. left. it. there.

I was mortified. I was disgusted. I was shocked.

I went back out a little bit later to get my mail. Still there.

Pick my daughter up from school.

STILL THERE.

At this point, my mind is completely blown.

I mean, I shouldn't be too shocked right? These are the people that smoke like its the sixties, put their trash in MY trash can, throw parties every weekend until the wee hours of the morning, have who knows how many people living there, have a huge white poodle that growls at my kids, and conveniently wake me up every Friday night at 2:30 for a reason I'd rather not share. But BARF?! I just don't get it.

Who seriously barfs all over in front of their own front door and leaves it there?! I even heard the kids come home from school, walk past it, and still NOTHING HAPPENED. Here's the problem (you know BESIDES that there's a bunch of barf outside my door), my daughter was going to go to a friend's after school, and then her mom was going to drop her off. On MY front porch. That porch, the one with the BARF EVERYWHERE. So when my husband got home from work yesterday at 5 PM (he said the barf was there when he left for work at 6 am), I made him go out there and spray it off.

Because apparently not only are our neighbors rude and inconsiderate, they're also incredibly disgusting and unsanitary.

It boggles the mind, it does. Good thing we're going to move. As soon as we find a place to live. And then pack EVERYTHING up (by myself most likely). Bah.

Do you have neighbors that drive you crazy?