Spiders

I guess I'm going to have to learn to like them, or at least be ok with sharing my house with them because they are EVERYWHERE. I hate to sit on the couch or lay on the bed because I know they are crawling on everything. Laying eggs in my ears at night, crawling in my mouth, in between my toes, in my armpits....I just KNOW IT!!! Just because my name happens to be Charlotte does NOT mean I like spiders! You should see the monster in the corner of my bedroom. He just sits there.....watching me.....waiting for me to go to sleep.....so he can try on my clothes....use my toothbrush.....go through my wallet....I just KNOW IT!!! And no, I'm not being irrational. Shut up.

My beautiful baby girl

Argh! This be my pirate (who eats peanut butter) face.

The grASSmaster

My honey, is outside mowing the lawn (“moving” as he sometimes puts it - hard to remember to switch sounds from the V to the W I guess). I can see him perfectly right now through the window, grass up to his knees. He’s killed the mower at least 4 times already. It appears as though the grass may have him beat. No…..wait…..he’s untangling himself from the grips of the green monster. He’s crawling away. It was a narrow escape but he seems to have managed it unscathed. And he’s back in the house, no worse for wear. I guess he’s happy our yard is much smaller now, it took all of 15 minutes. (2 hours if you count the whining and begging for me to do it)

New Plants

Andreas' mother, Lisbeth, brought me these wonderful plants this weekend.

Thief in our midst

Someone stole my damn bike! WTF????

Fun Stuff

Ah....lavender