Friday! It's about time. (Heh... pun intended.)
It's been a long, ugly work week and I'm ready for some good old-fashioned R&R. Why, I'm all but lame from the dingo bites on my legs.
Spring has made its way to my neck of the woods. The cherry trees are blooming, the forsythias have popped open and I even have one solitary dandelion in my backyard. Also returning are the spiders. It's a sign that milder days are here to stay. I suddenly have a whole host of interlopers parading through my house. They don't bother me, really. I'm not one of those gals who squeals and screams, "Eek! A spider!! Someone big and strong come and kill it for me!" In fact, most of the time I don't even mess with them.... just say "Hey Charlotte," and keep about my business.
Here's a small video of me laughing my butt off while talking online with my pal Tonto. This happens often when we talk. It's worse when we actually get together... albuterol and oxygen tanks are required.