Visit from Cirith Ungol

Today's cereal: Crispix
Current mood: Tired, as always. My belly hurts, my CROTCH hurts, my back hurts, and my heart hurts a little.

So we finally, finally, thank God, finished the Pink Room. Stripes and everything! I would totally post a picture, but I suck and don't have a digital camera. Maybe my awesome brother Bryan will come over and take a picture so I can post it. I gotta say, I was a little nervous about the whole thing once we were well into the project, but with the chair rail up and the crib together and in there, it looks great.

Speaking of the crib, it is a hand-me-down (like all the other furniture in our house save our kitchen table, a bookshelf, and our tv & entertainment center). It has been sitting in our spider-infested garage for 3 or 4 months now. Seriously, I won't even go into our garage because we've killed way too damn many black widows out there. Spiders themselves are nasty deamons of Satan, but POISONOUS spiders... well, I believe they may actually be Satan himself. So back to the crib-- Kitt brings it in so we can set it up. We're about done with the painting; all is going well. This crib, though, is made of hollow metal tubes. Given my paranoia about spiders, I am surprised I didn't expect it and insist each tube be examined thoroughly before allowing it entrance into the house. Yup, a spider had been living in one of the crib rails, and made it's way out, and INTO MY BABY'S ROOM! This was not just a spider, though-- it was @%$^&%^# SHELOB. It wasn't black widow, but it was the absolute most disgusting thing I have ever, ever seen. It was huge. It was sickly yellow-white, like it had been living in a hole for 40 years. It had a GIANT butt, and long, icky, wiggly spider legs. I stood there paralyzed with fear, only able to emit little squeaks after my initial scream. Kitt's dad, who I think was clueless about my extreme spider phobia, looked at me weird and then bent over and PICKED IT UP!! (not with his bare hands, I will concede-- He had a piece of plastic dropcloth that he used... but the fact that he got that close to it made me throw up a little in my mouth.) And then the WORST PART OF ALL... Not only did he pick it up WITH HIS HAND, he then SQUISHED it. With his hand. And the POP/SQUISH of that @%^!$ enormous, @^$@*# ugly spider being squeezed in between somebody's fingers, was all I could take. I fled the room, and couldn't stop gagging and shivering afterwards.

Dammit, I HATE spiders!

But yeah, the good news is, the Pink Room is finished. Baby Robin can come any time now. Aaaany time. 1...2...3...NOW! Nope. Okay, how about...NOW! No? Okay....NOW! Please? Pleeeeaaase?