Why do These Things Happen to You?

For those of you who know me personally, you probably are very well aware of the fact that ridiculous things tend to happen to me. And most of the time, it's for no good reason!

I'll start you off with an example here, but first a bit of a back story. I tend to not wear pants at home.. now don't get too excited, I just turn into a super white girl and wear leggings with a t-shirt and a long cardigan instead. It's just comfy ok?! I don't leave the house like that. Anyways, because I tend to also be super lazy most of the time, I will just go to bed in these tights and a large sweater (usually borrowed from my brother... but don't tell him. He doesn't actually know). This was the case last night, in fact. So I went to bed in my leggings and my brother's hoodie, comfy as can be. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I awoke due to severe lack of body heat. I realized this was because I had somehow managed to get my sweater off in the middle of the night and was using it as extra support with my pillow. I was very confused but decided the best course of action would be to put it back on. So I felt around the collar of the sweater to make sure that the hood was in the back, and I slipped it back on and went to sleep again. This morning when I woke up, the hood was in the front. Clearly I just misjudged what I was feeling when I put the sweater back on, but really, let's just think for a second. Most of the time, I can't get a sweater off when I'm fully conscious. How the heck did I get it off WHILE I WAS ASLEEP?!

Here's another story for you guys.This one is actually quite upsetting for me, but I'll tell it anyway. A few weeks ago, on March Break, my best friend and I went on a shopping trip to Niagara Falls with my mom and my aunt. In this one store that we went to, I found this really great dress. Now, I'm not a confident person in the least, but even I could see that it looked pretty good on me, and even better was that it made me feel good. So obviously I decided to buy it. I had tried on a medium, and it fit perfectly, but there were some seams coming out so I decided I'd grab a different medium to buy. I checked the tag for the size and continued on through the store. When I got home from the shopping trip, my dad wanted to see what I had purchased, so I got all my stuff and went downstairs to show off my new stuff. It was only then that I looked at the tag of my perfect dress and saw that it was, in fact, a large. I was heartbroken! My dress, too big! We thought we'd just go exchange it, because there should have been a store semi-close to where I live, right? Wrong. The nearest one was an hour and a half away. So my mom, being nice, said we'd go after school one day to switch it out. Well if you weren't sure yet whether the universe truly hated me, here's your proof. They had just switched over all their styles and guess who had the old style of dress? That's right, this guyyyy. And to just add that cherry on top, they don't even give cash refunds, you either get to exchange or get store credit. There was nothing there that I wanted. I now have roughly $20 in credit at a store nowhere near where I live.

I'm that girl that shit just happens to. I dunno. Maybe that's not so abnormal, maybe everyone has stuff like that. But I tend to hear the phrase, "Oh my goodness, why does this stuff happen to you?" a lot.

Oh here's a good one... If you're squeamish I'd suggest you skip down to the end and try not to read this next section. Last year, when we did our dissections at Science School, my friend Danielle and I were partners, and we were working away on our fetal pig. Well, I think that pretty much everything that could have went wrong in those 2 days did. Let's just make a list here:

• Our scalpel got stuck in the skull and when Danielle tried to pull it out, the handle came off and the blade stayed in. Poor piggy had a blade in his (her? I don't remember...) skull until our teacher could come over and pry it out
• After we ruled out the scalpel, I was attempting to cut away pieces of the skull with the scissors and managed to send a piece flying across the room, almost hitting our good friend Moe.. 
• When we took out the heart, I was goofing around (there's a reason they tell you not to goof around in labs ok) and tried to make the heart beat by squeezing it... well it was a little slippery and flew out of my hand, landed on our lab bench and slid around for a few seconds before coming to a stop at the edge

And finally, the grand finale of our series of unfortunate events here. This was a 2 day dissection, so at the end of day 1 we had to put our fetal pigs back into their plastic bags and wrap them up for the next day. I clearly wasn't thinking straight when I wrapped it, though, and it came back to bite me when I took out our pig the next day. I ended up with pig juice (for lack of a better term) all down the front of my lab coat, as well as all over my sleeve and the floor. I know I looked pathetic as I wiped up the puddle on my hands and knees whilst crying. At least my amazing friends came to my rescue with lots of paper towels to shove up my sleeve! I had to wear the teacher's lab coat for the rest of the dissection... that was a little weird. 

Anyways, those are just a few of the crazy random happenstances that occur in my daily life. Hopefully you have enjoyed hearing of my misfortune haha. There are tons more, I just can't think of any really good ones at the moment. I tend to just accept them and move on, so they don't stick out in my mind, unfortunately. 

What kinds of random things happen to you guys? I can't be the only one that has stupid stuff happen to them! 

Fun Food Friday!

Today's fun food is something I am very big on. You know when people ask, "If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?" Well my answer is almost always cereal. There are just so many great things about it.

First of all, you can quite easily put cereal in a plastic baggie and take it with you to school or work for a quick snack. I find it super handy when I'm walking to/from school/work, or even when I'm taking the bus somewhere. Hell, I even take it out in class when I really want it.

That's another great thing, you can eat it with or without milk. Personally, I love milk, so I tend to drown most of my cereals, but really it's good either way. Here's a bit of a fat-kid admission for you: I often will grab a handful of cereal to munch on (munch is an odd word... Weird Word Wednesday, anyone?) while I'm deciding what my actual snack/meal is going to be.

There is a lot of variety when it comes to cereal. I'm just gonna go ahead and use the categories we had in my house while I was growing up. You have your "healthy cereals" like Corn Flakes and Rice Krispies and Cheerios. You've got your really healthy cereals, like All Bran and Muesli (who even eats that anyway? I don't even know what's in it....). And then you've got the gold mine that is "sugar cereals." You have so many options when it comes to this category. Froot Loops, Cap'n Crunch, Count Chocula (never had it, but I love the name), Corn Pops, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Lucky Charms! Walking down the cereal aisle has the potential to be very dangerous. Either I'll want to buy a ton, which is dangerous for my wallet, or I'll have a super hard time choosing, and may end up leaving empty handed, which is dangerous both to my nerves and my emotions.

Here's the thing about cereal. I figure you could actually live off of it quite easily. With milk, you get most of what you need anyway. I mean, you'd need protein (although you do get some in your milk), and there's probably a couple vitamins or whatever that you'd need to take, but other than that you've essentially got what you need. You've got your grain and dairy, and there's quite a few vitamins between the cereal and the milk.. I know I could survive.

I think cereal is completely underrated, and that people need to appreciate it a little more. I mean, think about it. You wouldn't have Rice Krispie squares if the Kellogg brothers hadn't first invented Rice Krispies! Cereal is also fun to eat out of a mug, I find. But that might just be me, because I don't like eating soup out of a mug. Mostly because I don't really like soup... But there's that! And also.. who hasn't done that thing where you take some cereal like Corn Pops (these work especially well) and tossed it to a friend/sibling for them to catch in their mouth? Cereal has the potential to not only nourish you, but entertain you as well!

I just want to emphasize my love for cereal by telling you that I usually go through a box of cereal in a week by myself. If my parents are smart and buy the "Family Size" or "Jumbo Size" or whatever they're called it'll last me longer, obviously, but just a regular box of cereal will last me one week, a week and a half at the most.I mentioned in my post about what to do when you're alone that I eat cereal for basically every meal when I'm left to feed myself. Now you know why!

Look at that, I managed a post that wasn't too confusing for once! Tell me what your favourite cereal is you guys! I am curious about these things!

Fun Food Friday! Jellybean edition

So I've always loved jellybeans. Except the licorice ones. Those ones are gross. Jellybeans are really awesome. They are tasty and you can feel like you're eating some lentils or beans or whatever. People will be like, "What did you eat all day?" and you can say "Beans" without being a liar.

However, there is a certain type of jellybean that makes all other jellybeans seem awful and terrible and not worth getting excited over. These my friend, are Jelly Bellies.

I can't remember the first time I came across jelly bellies. It might have been when my brother and I were at the train station and there was a stall that had all 49 flavours and my brother and I bought the assorted and I cried tears of happiness and sunshine. These are the greatest fucking candies in the world. They are the only candies where its fruit flavours ACTUALLY TASTE LIKE THE FRUIT. I can't find that stall anymore, I think they took it away because of renovations. Stupid renovations taking away my happiness.

Feel like eating some buttered popcorn but don't like kernels stuck in your teeth? They have a buttered popcorn flavour that tastes exactly like movie theatre popcorn without the kernerls OR the grease! They are so realistic, I get the same nauseous feeling I eat too many of them that I get when I eat too much popcorn that isn't smart food.

They have a toasted marshmallow flavour. I don't know if you're comprehending this. It tastes like someone took a marshmallow, put it on a pointy stick and held it over an open fire while sharing ghost stories and laughter and without all the smoke that gets in your eyes and makes you cry. It tastes like how every summer should.

There was a caramel apple flavour. I had the wonderful experience of trying this for the first time last week. My mind was blown. It tasted exactly like candy apples. I wanted more. I would not be content until I had more. There were only like three in my bag. I moped.

These are the only candies I've ever had that came close to anything that could have been produced by Willy Wonka. I picture Gene Wilder whenever I eat them and Violet Beauregard or whatever her name was turning into a giant purple ball. It's a good image.

I tend to avoid the blueberry flavour though.

But they taste like blueberries and not like popsicles. Although a popsicle flavour would be awesome. Like creamsicles. The red ones.

I'm going to end here before I start another rant about red creamsicles. And that is for another week my dear readers. You're gonna have to wait for that one.

Weird Word Wednesday!!

Alright kids, today's word? Blurb.

You just go ahead and take a few minutes to really taste that word. Say it as many times as you need to. Enunciated, slow, in a weird voice, 10 times fast... Do what you gotta do.

Ready to keep going? Good.

Why does it seem that every word that contains b's and u's and usually an l sound so odd to me? Am I the only one that thinks that (other than Mariah)? Maybe? In any case, I'm going to talk about it. Deal wit' it!

First of all, who even uses this word anyway? Old people maybe, or those weirdos who say things like "There was a blurb in the paper about that guy who can braid hair with his toes, did you see it?" but really, the majority of people do not use this word. I'd be willing to place quite a bit of money on saying that there is no exact translation for "blurb" in almost every other language in the world.

Secondly, it doesn't even feel like you're saying a word. It just feels like you're making weird noises, like maybe your system malfunctioned and you lost control of language for a second. Try this for me: say the word blurb repeatedly for about a minute, or even 30 seconds will suffice. Think about how you feel now, after having listened to me. You probably feel pretty dumb, seeing as I got you to sound like that. But think about the word now. It doesn't even sound like a real word anymore, does it?! What is that all about?

The last point I want to make has to do with something that maybe only I am afflicted with. Say the word just one more time, but make sure and listen to your voice as you do this. Do any of you say it with a weird accent kind of thing? Because it happens to me every single time and I have no idea where this comes from. Blurb is full of voo doo magic, apparently. The best way for me to describe to you what I sound like is to refer to dear old Nigel Thornberry from The Wild Thornberry's. Remember how he says "Blarghhhh"? If you need a refresher, here's a short clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fP4pks9CtSE. Well my pronunciation, god knows why, ends up kind of like that. It kind of sounds more like "Blarb" for some reason. Again, I have absolutely no idea how this happened. Am I completely crazy?? Does anyone else end up with an accent, Nigel Thornberry or otherwise, when they say this word?? Oh dear.

Anyways. There's your Weird Word for this lovely Wednesday. Hopefully these posts aren't ruining your verbal use of the English language. I mean, I sincerely doubt that anyone old is reading this (if you are old, I hope I have not offended you... I have nothing against old people, I promise), and if you're one of those weirdos I mentioned before, well.... Maybe it's for the best that I have (possibly) ruined this word for you. What do you guys think? Am I way off base here, or is blurb really a weird word?

Sprechen Sprachen

I feel like that title is offensive to German people. Mostly because I made it using Google Translate. I feel offensive just saying that.

Anyways.

I have this huge interest in language. I love learning new words, in English and in other languages. I love learning the roots of words I already know. It's kinda cool when you know a certain word has a greek, latin or german root. It also makes spelling a lot easier.

I wish I had stayed with French all through high school so I could at least speak conversational French. It would have made Montreal so much easier. The thing is, I always felt French was overrated. Everyone is in love with the French language. Tout le monde adore français. That probably wasn't even right. I forget how to conjugate French verbs.

French, Italian... all these languages are so adored all over North America. They are romantic languages. That's amoré! But there are so many languages I find so much more facinating that just don't get the same love.

German, Russian, Indonesian, Swahili, Cantonese... These are languages I want to learn. Sure it would be cool if I could speak more French than reciting Les Trois Petit Cochon, but I'd love to be able to read Faust in its original script. They are beautiful languages, when you hear native speakers converse (although this does not work the same if the native speaker is a power hungry dictator) you can really understand how the sounds all work together. A lot of people just think, "Ew why do you wanna learn German? Isn't Italian so much prettier?"

No. No it is not. I won't lie, when the moon hits my eye like a big pizza pie, that is amore. But it is no more beautiful than German or Cantonese or any other language.

I have a German friend of mine who will teach me words if I ask (I can currently swear and ask how you are) in German, but next year I will hopefully be taking an introductory German course in school. I started learning Indonesian before I went to Bali but I didn't get very far in my online lessons. I can mostly say greetings and where I'm from. Generally just being polite.

So here's what you can do for me reader! I would be forever grateful if you speak another language if in the comments you tell me what your first language is. And if English is your first but you're (kinda) fluent in another let me know that too! Teach me a phrase! If you only really speak English, if there are a few words you do know in another language, leave that in the comments too!

I AM HUNGRY FOR KNOWLEDGE!

Thanks in advance!

Animal Moustache Monday!

So what is one of your favourite things to do? If you're anything like me it is to avoid homework at all costs and in any possible way, but preferably with the least amount of effort. What is the best way to do this? Surfing the internet. 

What does this have to do with Moustache Monday? Just that I copped out and used surfing the internet for funny pictures as a way to make this post with the least amount of effort. So yes, this post contains pictures from the internet, none of them belonging to me. And no I did not cite them. 

ENJOY MY PLAGIARISM! And enjoy these animals with their own natural moustaches! Everyone wants to join the moustache bandwagon!

 It appears to be quite popular among birds to have moustaches. But they do look like they are ready for a fancy dress party! I will tolerate these birds for the sake of their facial grooming.

 This is one of my favourites. It was made popular by Mythbusters co-host, Jamie Hyneman. I also don't know how to spell his last name. Forgive me.

 This is a very sage wise (redundancy!) Emperor Tamarin. I would like to thank my pal Calvin for sending me this and thus inspired this long overdue Moustache Monday post.

This one is Becca's dog Raleigh, sporting a very fancy moustache. So technically this photo wasn't stolen because I got the necessary permission. ie Becca said, "Here's a picture of my dog" and I replied, "TO THE INTERNET!"

Now I have to return to reading a German play, an activity that is uncannily similar to a Game of Thrones rewatch while eating Jelly Bellies and texting your friend how much you hate Joffrey.

Happy Monday readers! Also, I'd like to thank our dedicated readers who have been coming back to check on the blog even after our two week absence. Yes, I frequently check the stats and check our views.

No promises but in the next few days I may post about language. WHAT WHAT!

Hypocrisy: Who are we kidding?

Before I start, I'd like to second Mariah's apology. She's right, I have just started a new job, but really that doesn't take up a whole lot of my time, I've also been spending probably unhealthy amounts of time in my bed. We're going to try our best to be better!!

Now I'm going to talk about something that bugs me. And I'm sure that anyone who's reading this will have lots of arguments along this twisted road, but please bear with me until I finish this thought. It may take a while, but I promise I will try to make everything clear by the end.

Hypocrisy. A hypocrite (for those of you who may not know, or who may need a refresher) is someone who acts in opposition with their beliefs or feelings on a subject. They are a contradiction to what they stand for.

Let me give you an example. Imagine that someone you know is going on and on about how they hate when their friends say they have low marks but they are getting 80's and 90's. Now imagine that a few days later, this same person gets a test back and is complaining that they "only" got an 82% on it. This person is a hypocrite. They hate that their friends do this, but they are doing the exact same thing.

I'm sure that most of you have experienced this at one point or another, I know I have.

Here's the thing, though. People lie to themselves all the time. You lie to yourself more than you lie to anyone else. You probably lie to yourself more than you even know. You think "Wow I'm such a fucking idiot, I'll never be able to get a passing mark on this project." But really, you know deep down that you're probably not going to fail it. But by the time you get your mark back (and maybe even by the time you hand the assignment in), you've already forgotten that you had this thought, so it doesn't seem to count anymore. Every day, we have all these little thoughts that could, if we let them, build into much bigger thoughts that can destroy us.

Here's the catch, though. Everyone says they hate hypocrites, they hate when people stand for something and then just act in a completely different manner. But who are we kidding? We are all hypocrites, in one form or another. I know that I'm a huge hypocrite. I always tell my friends that I'd rather they tell me the things they are dealing with than have them bottled up, and I'm hardly ever willing to do the same. I can't take my own advice. I tell other people that they deserve to have better self esteem, that they're better than hating themselves, but I can't follow that advice either. I have all these things that I hate about other people, but really, maybe it's just things that I hate about myself and refuse to acknowledge. Why do you think that a lot of people who are really similar can't seem to stay close forever? It's because they start to see all these little things in the other person that they dislike about themselves, and then they start to dislike that about the other person too.

And I'm not saying this happens all the time. I know it doesn't, because look at me and Mariah. We're exactly the same person, and I cannot picture my life without her in it in some way. Sure, we have a few differences, but we're essentially the same. And I love that about her. We've each said it, "You're the reason I'm ok with being me."

Anyways, back to my point. Hypocrisy is all one big joke. It's a cover for those of us who can't seem to just admit to the world that we have more than a few problems with ourselves. It's the same as picking on someone else because you're insecure. It may make you feel momentarily better to rail on someone else, but in the end you're really just covering up for whatever you refuse to acknowledge about yourself.

And really, by posting that hypocrisy bugs me, isn't that a little hypocritical in itself? Or maybe that's closer to the truth. Maybe people can't stand hypocrisy because they know that they are hypocrites. My, what a tangled web I have woven here.

Anyways, that is my little spiel on hypocrisy. I think I confused myself even more, but hopefully you followed at least some of what I said? If not, I apologize, I'm clearly out of practice writing these. We'll get back in the groove of things soon! Leave us some comments, let us know what's on your minds! If you have a topic you'd like us to cover, just let us know, we're always open to suggestions!

Our Apologies Readers

So we've been a little scant on the blogging lately. In our defense... we're lazy.

But in all seriousness, Becca started a new job, and I have no real excuse other than I've been spending a lot of personal time with my bed and attempting to maybe start the readings and assignments I have to do by the end of the month.

So I had no real plan when I sat down to write this blog, just that I should write something. So it's gonna be a little rambley and probably make no sense. Or have grammar.

I will post a new Moustache Monday tomorrow, and I will try to make up for this post with that. I had meant to post it last week but I got lazy and I tend to make excuses for myself to go do something else.

I don't get shit done. For future reference.

That's all for now, but I might try to post again later tonight. Or I might just eat lots of food and go into a food coma with a side of no motivation. 

Make Your Own Moustache Monday!

Alright folks, it's that time again. You got it, Moustache Monday!

I am going to explain how it is possible to make a moustache out of nearly anything you have laying around, because honestly it's such a useful skill. I have acquired most of these skills from going to school with Mariah and spending all my time with my math spare, but if you feel like trying some of these on your own, you moustache on, my friend!

One of our main go-to's was tape. We usually had some laying around, and you can easily attach it to your face after shaping it in your preferred moustache style.

Another common item was a paper towel tube. This was tougher, because you usually end up with a King Tut kind of beard going on, and you don't usually get a moustache out of it, but that's ok too.

Twist ties are a great option. They are so easy to bend into any moustache shape you desire. In fact, just a couple weeks ago (if you recall), I went to Bulk Barn with my friend. This means bags of candy secured with twist ties. We obviously weren't going to wait til we were back to eat candy, so I was holding onto a twist tie while we had that. Me being me, I couldn't just sit there with a twist tie, oh no. I had to curl the ends and make myself a moustache. I was told "Come on, it's not even Moustace Monday!" Every day can be Moustache Monday if you want it to be.

Play-Doh is also great, although a little tougher to keep on your face, and you have to be ok with the smell. I actually love the smell of Play-Doh, so this is good. My friend Bree and I made moustaches out of Play-Doh when I stayed with her in the summer, and we had a great time :)

I think I'll leave it there for now, you guys have a few options to try out. We'll revisit this topic at a later time with some other handy materials. Tell us what you guys would make moustaches out of!

Fear #2

Hey guys, ready for another fear of mine? You better be ready, cause this one I am not particularly happy about and I have a few stories that go along with it. So if you're not ready then you better get ready because you're in for a long haul.

Spiders. Yeah, you guys understand this one don't you. And if you don't, you have balls of steel. You may not want to tell people this because they'll be like, "You must have balls of steel!" and then they'll test it before you can reply that metaphorically yes, but literally your testicles (if you're male) or lackthereof (if you are female... or a eunich) are not metallic in anyway. And that will hurt, and you will cry, testicles or not. Cause that's an area you just don't want kicked.

What was I talking about again?

Oh. Right. Spiders. Fuck dem bitches.

Anyways, so spiders are creepy little buggers. I mean they have an unnecessary number of appendages and they have those mandible/pincer things on top of that. And they're hairy. I'm not a big fan of hair. On men, on women, on small or large bugs. I just don't dig it.

But here's the thing about spiders. They always show up when you are not expecting it. They're on the mirror when you go to the bathroom, on the shower curtain, on your bed, on your wall, RIGHT FUCKING BESIDE YOU. They just appear right where  they just were not. With no  warning. They just sit there and you're like, "HOLY FUCKING JESUS BABY ON A FUCKING STICK!" and you die a little inside and you run away crying. Or at least that's how it works for me.

I didsay I have a few stories that go along with this and I should probably mention. I just do not do well with spiders. I get way too freaked out by them.

So there was one time (most recently) I went to  the bathroom to do my business. I turn on the light I walk in and I'm about to take off my pants when I look up and realize there is a goddamn spider on the mirror.

I pull my pants back up, casually back out of the room without taking my eyes off of it and then quickly approached my brother about doing something about it before running off to a different bathroom to do my business. Now my brother refused to do something about it, so I was really concerned when I went back to the bathroom a little while later and could not find it. This is what spiders do. They just disappear if you don't kill them and then you start to feel like they're crawling all over you and OH GOD I CAN FEEL THEM NOW I DO NOT LIKE THIS MAKE IT STOP THEY ARE EVERYWHERE.

So what did I do about the missing spider? I did not use that bathroom for a few days. Sure it's the most convenient but I WILL NOT SHARE A BATHROOM WITH A GODDAMN SPIDER.

NEW ANECDOTE! I don't waste time with transitions. So there was another time I was in my room and I was lying on my bed minding my own business being awesome and not bothering anybody. I look up and on my wall was a huge goddamn spider. So how did I deal with it? I beat it with a styrofoam pirate sword that was lying about nearby.

Yes. I have one for emergencies such as this. Also, I like pretending I am a pirate.

Well, when I was attempting to wail on the goddamn thing, it fell on my bed and I just started to wail on my bed for a bit but I could not find it ever again. So what did I do?

I slept in the family room. Like a sane person would.

Cause I do not want spiders near my persons. Ever. YOU GOT THAT?

EDIT: Okay, so I wrote this before leaving on my trip to Bali. However I am back, and now I have another anecdote to add to this.

So it's our second night in Bali. We endured a long drive up a mountain and arrived at a little mountaintop paradise of a hotel. So we eagerly explore our villas and the hotel and are pretty pleased with what we find. So we head off to dinner full of joy and wonder. There were four of us girls in our room. So two of us were ahead, while another lagged behind with me talking of maybe hitting up the bar after a quick nap. However, the night had other plans for us.

We entered our villa to hear concerned and startled voices from the bathroom. All I really heard was "Oh my God..." and something about a towel. So I was kind of expecting a big gashing wound that was bleeding profusely all over the bathroom when we dashed in. Something much worse had happened.

Now I'm going to stop here for a moment. Look at your palm. Go ahead, take a look. Don't worry, I'm off in the land of the Internet so I can't use it to smack you in the face. Are you looking at your palm? Now imagine a fat hairy spider spanning the width of your palm.

Yeah. I know. Holy fuck.

That was in our bathroom. Just chilling on the floor like the fucker owned the place. So what did I do? I ran out of the room and let the other girls deal with it like brave warriors while I shouted words of encouragement and "DID YOU GET IT YET?" from the safety  of another room.

Fortunately, the bravest of us cornered the great Balinese Mountain Spider (it's a fitting name, I assure you) in the shower and took it down with agility and a book (books save lives yo). Thus, we skipped the shower that night and I got no sleep wondering if there were more spiders looking in the dark corners of the room.

I'm happy to announce I awoke with no furry arachnids on my person the next morning.