For the record, #ithinkhashtagsarefun. Moving on.
Here is my throwback Thursday photo:
I think this is when I was a senior in high school, at a YW's high adventure thing. I've always been a tree hugger. Its actually illegal for you not to be when you live in Oregon. Its in the contract you sign when you move there. #oregonianpride
I have also always liked holey jeans, hoodies, and tan skin.
So last night I killed a spider. Well, at least, I PRAY that its dead. I was getting ready for bed and had turned all the lights off in the house, when I realized that I was starving. I wondered why I was so hungry, and then it dawned on me that I hadn't eaten dinner yet. (It was 10:45pm.) This is not typical behavior for me. I am one of those "hangry" people. Hungry and angry = hangry. I don't forget to eat. It was Wednesday, which are the craziest days for us around here with work, getting ready for mutual, eating dinner before mutual, and then attending mutual. So I didn't get to eat.
As soon as I realized my missed meal, I decided I would rather eat than sleep. So I turned all the lights back on and was walking back to the kitchen when I saw a big nasty spider. I haven't seen too many inside my house here in PA. (Oregon has the WORST spiders, besides Utah who has the WORST poisonous spiders.) But this spider was big and thick and blackish and had to die. Deric was headache-y in bed, dying. So I couldn't get him to kill it for me, so I unfortunately had to do something. So I got the vacuum and got as close as I dared, and held onto the hose sucker at the very furthest point from the sucking end. (The spider end.) And I quietly screamed as I sucked that sucker up. And then I was afraid to put the hose back. What if he could crawl back out?
And then I got even more scared because it seems like whenever you kill one spider, all their other spider friends come to avenge their death or something. I wonder. You know how there is a silent whistle that only dogs can hear? I wonder if there is like a silent death scream that spiders have to warn their friends before they get squished, or sucked up, or flushed. ??? Interesting. That must be it.
In other news, I have jumped on the mismatched sock bandwagon. I have a friend that wears cute, colorful socks that never match. I thought it was really cute. And then some of my young women (its so weird to say "my young women", I'm 27!) wear their socks mismatched too! So I jumped into the fun. I like socks anyway, but this has made them even more fun! #ilovesocks