Looks like my husband just lit the fireplace downstairs.
Ooh, I just noticed that the reflection of my Christmas lights in the tree looks pretty.
Even, little Angel is bored.
I could paint something. I have about a million things in the works. But...........maybe tomorrow.
Peace,
Cyndi
PS. I can't believe it. Right as I was getting ready to hit "publish" I had a little break in the monotony of my day. A freaking, huge spider just crawled up the wall. Anyone that knows me, knows that I hate spiders. I hate them more than anything. I just chased that huge, eight-legged monster around my room for 15 minutes with boot in one hand and my Spider-Not spray in the other. When I see a spider, I can't stop until it's dead. I don't care what time of the day or night it is, or how long it takes. When I see a spider, like a mother lifting a car to save her child, I've been known to lift huge pieces of furniture in the heat of the chase. When I was about 22, the only thing that kept me from shooting this one, exceptionally, large and ugly monster with the shotgun, was that I couldn't be completely sure that I wouldn't end up filling my neighbor in the adjacent, apartment with shotgun pellets. I don't want you to think that I'm heartless. I do feel sorry for them after they're dead and I always apologize to their spirit. However, my arachnophobia trumps any feelings of guilt that I might have later.
