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Heebie Jeebies

So, last night I let the dog out for a run before locking him in the laundry for the night. While waiting for him, I spied a spider walking ever so casually towards our back door. It wasn’t a big spider – but it wasn’t small either. A juvenile wolf spider – about 1” across. So I did what any self respecting person would do when threatened. I dropped that sucker with size 9 ROC boot (that was still attached to my foot).

After defending myself so admirably, I looked down.  There was no. spider. guts. on. the. path. I couldn’t see any spider guts on the Size 9 either. That could only mean that the spider had jumped up and was now crawling up my leg. I ran inside, flicking my legs as I went like some sort of maniac afflicted with St Vitus’ Dance. Pants off and inspected – no spider. Bugger. Probably slunk off somewhere to avoid getting stomped on again.

But today I have another problem. Turns out I did squish the little bugger and on closer inspection, there is a considerable amount of spider bits stuck in the tread of my boots. I can see eyes and fangs (well, they are probably just palps – but they look very fangy). And now I have to wear them. To Work. With spider guts in them. I feel creepy. Shudder.


The Windmills of My Laundry

For your listening pleasure:

 So after a week away from home (and a good shot of retail therapy buying an entire winter wardrobe for the kidlets) I have a LOT of washing to do. I have this insane idea that clothes must be washed before wearing. I know that there are no insect larva breeding in my unwashed underwear, but I have to wash them anyway.

So I want to wash these clothes, (plus the clothes that I wore over the last week) but I can’t, because the washer has wet clothes in it.

I want to hang out these clothes, but I can’t, because the line under the verandah is full and it’s RAINING so I can’t use the normal clothes line.

I want to bring in the clothes off the line, but I can’t, because the clean clothes baskets are full of clothes that I washed before C7 got sick and didn’t have time to put away.

I want to put those clothes away, but I can’t, because we have had a sudden change in weather from summer to winter overnight and I need to get the cold weather gear out of storage (and sort through it) and put it in the wardrobes and the hot weather gear needs to be stored / given away / chucked out.

So, I need to sort the old clothes, but I can’t, because… well because… because…  damn. Can’t find a reason. Stupid brain. Thinks it’s so smart. Can’t even think of a reason to not do stupid laundry.


But if someone would tell me why in draft mode the picture spins round doing weird stuff to your eyes, but in my actual blog it doesn’t, I would appreciate it.