Wee Man sleeps, packing ensues.

Well, so far it's been one of those mornings. You know the ones, where you have to reheat your coffee twice and eventually just dump it down the sink. So much going on, but also so much getting done. Met the delivery guys at the new house with the appliances and I've been busy packing since wee man went down for his first snoozer. I can't wait to get this move over. Tuesday is D-Day. Hard to believe that this time next week I'll be sitting in the living room of yet another house tip-tapping away on my Mac while wee man sleeps.

And, speaking of packing....I was down in the basement the other day packing and came across a "huge" spider in the corner of the bedroom (FYI: any spider is "huge" in my eyes, I am terrified of the little buggers). So, I have waited a couple days before heading back down to finish up. Well, he left his web. Where the hell did he go? Why would he move? Where is he? Oh, man. I'll try to forget that he is roaming free and could be lurking around any corner. As I was vacuuming up, I came across (what I will guess is THE spider) out in the middle of the floor of the main room curled all into himself just sitting there. So I shudder and give a quick blow of air his way anticipating that he will scurry all creepy-like in my direction and I would have to determine how I would do him in without coming within 2 feet of him. He did not. He was dead. He had made his way out in search of food in a last desperate attempt at survival and did not succeed. He had given up and curled his little creepo legs into his body and died. I felt sad. What is that about? I am so terrified of him and was ready to plan his demise if he was, in fact, alive. But he was already dead and then I feel bad. Poor wee creepy guy.

Then I sucked him up with the Shopvac.