I swore I was going to clean my house this weekend. I ran the dishwasher before we left earlier - and even I recognize this doesn't count as cleaning the house.
I walked and I biked and I tried to do a 10 minute yoga program but only lasted 5 minutes. In my defense, I don't know what I'm doing and the chick was going too fast for me to keep up. I'll try again, though. Oh yes I will.
This dude showed up on my crown molding just a bit ago:
He lives in a ziploc bag now:
(Jimi was going to take him outside and let him go free, but for some reason Jimi's not wearing pants and so he obviously cannot go outside. I'll be damned if I'm going to get my fingers anywhere near this monster, so until Jimi puts on pants, this spider has to live in this bag. I hope he can breathe. Sorta.)
Did I mention I need to clean my house? I should do some grocery shopping too. I need more ziploc bags.