So yeah, it's back. From the dead? I hope not. Though I think I am somewhat prepared for a zombie apocalypse, I def can't handle zombie spiders. That's like my nightmare. Seriously.

This morning I awoke and began getting ready. Upon fixing my bed so it wasn't a blatant hot mess, I spied with my little eyes another damn spider! Right by my pillow, SO not cool. This one was the same basic shape but slightly smaller. Makes me think I might have killed her husband and she's out for revenge a la some Lifetime Movie. Either that or it's the child of the one I killed. I image it to be much like Princess Bride, "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father, prepare to die."

GULP.

For the record, I did say sorry before killing the other one. But the worst part is, I ran over to the bathroom to grab a tissue, decided that wasn't enough, and opted for a paper towel under the sink - make that two...Upon returning to the bed, it was gone. Poof!

I moved the bed, pulled back the curtain, carefully checked the surrounding area. Nothing. I wasn't gone that long for it to fully disappear and I know I wasn't hallucinating. Then I spotted a cause for concern. Along the side of the box spring is a quarter sized rip which I never noticed because it faced the wall. Does the spider live INSIDE my bed?! File this thought under "Not Great."

All I know is I hope if it does crawl on me at night I remain asleep and perhaps even accidentally eat it like they say you do. That way I don't have to deal with it when I'm awake. Yet if I sleep eat it I wouldn't know it was really gone and it will probs still haunt my dreams. Either way I'm sure over the course of the next week I'll be waking up in a fit, swatting at my face when anything grazes me.

You win, spider. You win.

This past weekend was pretty damn awesome. You should not be surprised to hear that I'm both a mover AND a shaker. This weekend was no exception. Literally I helped a friend move and then later that night went to a house party WITH a DJ (DJ Tanner?) and danced my pants off. Well not really off but I was definitely "glowing."

Here's the deal. I'm not really into going out to "da clubs" as 50 Cent says, but I used to be a regular at PopStarz with my cousin Nate. He was my gay passport. I like the gay men because they aren't afraid to shake it, they appreciate dumb pop (it's true, I know lyrics to songs I just shouldn't), and when you dance with them you know they aren't trying to sleep with you. It's just nice to enjoy a Madonna song or two with a bunch of dudes.

Now Nate and I haven't gone out in a LONG time and I've been missing it. In a weird girly way I felt like. "I just want to dance!" And so the Universe made it so...

Sidenote: You may be aware, I'm like all into sports and whatnot. It's been said when you are in better shape you start to sweat faster because your body is trying cool down and if you are used to running around for awhile it will start to sweat right away in order to sustain the workout. Also turns out I'm sweatier than normal for a girl (thanks dad!). So the second we took a break from dancing in a hot room full of people to get some air outside I went from glowing to drenched in sweat. Susan Kraus can vouche as she was amazed by this. In her words, "I've never seen that happen to anyone before."

Additionally she was amazed I knew every single lyric to Mariah Carey's "Fantasy." To which I say, how could you not?! Needless to say, it was a night of wonders for her.