If I were the 8th Dwarf, I'd be Pissy.

I've been in a generally pissy mood for the past couple of days. I don't know why. Nothing has happened that would justify my pissiness.

My blog has been acting up. I'm a little concerned that I'll write out a big blog entry and it'll completely crash or something, but nothing ventured nothing gained.

Spider drama...to add insult to injury with the black widow incident, later that night when I opened the door to let the dogs in to eat dinner and go to bed, a big honkin spider lowered itself down in front of my face in the doorway. I nearly peed my pants. I slammed the door as hard as I could (as if that helped matters). Luckily no dogs were standing in the doorway. That would have been bad. I have a pest service coming out on Wed. to spray. They're going to do a quarterly service. I have a feeling I'm going to end up really freaked out. Along with their spraying, they put out sticky traps. I'm going to see some things that I'm not aware are cohabitating with me, I fear. It could get ugly. Some things are better left unseen. $50 says one of my dogs gets a sticky trap stuck on her and needs medical attention.

If corn is a vegetable, is popcorn a vegetable? I think so. I ate nearly a whole bag this afternoon. Hooray for pseudo veggies.

I'm going to have to add a text message package to my phone. I never text message, but I've started using it like crazy lately. It seems so tedious to type out everything when you could just call or email someone, but I guess I'll join the texting cult.