It's the dead of winter and girlfriend has developed a raging case of spider fear. Why? I have no idea. She keeps waking up in the middle of the night yelling, "I don't want it! No spiders! No spiders, Mommy!" And the she shoves me and slaps the pillows. It's pretty much like this:
I have all these awesome posts in my head while I'm laying down. I'm a daggone literary genius while I lay in bed and nurse Zofia, then I forget it when it comes time to sit here on my blog. That must be the difference between the successful bloggers and me. When they have good ideas they write them down. When I do I lay on a hippie floor bed with a child who is MUCH to large to be nursing.
Duty calls.
