eeeek!

After going to the car wash and the grocery store, I treated myself to an afternoon nap on Sunday . . . actually, it's more honest to say that my husband treated me to a nap. He noticed that I was dozing off on the couch and sweetly suggested that I take the rest of the afternoon off and sleep. What a fabulous gift - and all my really close friends know that I am all about those thoughtful gifts!

Anyway, hours after my nap, after dinner, after Big Love, and after my family had long gone to bed for the night, I was completely wired from my afternoon siesta and I thought the only responsible thing to do with my alone time was to clean. My one big thought was that there weren't any children, pets, or husband to undo what I had just done. So I surfed around my on-demand channels and found Dirty Dancing - an all time favorite of mine - pushed play, grabbed a broom, and went to town.

I am not ashamed to admit that I was in the middle of the mambo when all of a sudden, Johnny - the broom - and I also tripped over the biggest spider ever to crawl into my living room!

note: you can't really tell how big it was, but trust me,

it was half the size of Boogie's Thomas Train!

I still am shocked that shrieking did not wake up my family or startle my dog! Being the Suzie-homemaker that I am, I grabbed my nearby vacuum and sucked that bad boy up - goodness gracious, the thought of squashing that thing gives me the hee-bee gee-bees. For the rest of the night, I swear that I could feel creepy crawly things all over me - isn't that the worst??



Maybe next time I get some crazy urge to clean, I'll think twice!