Yesterday afternoon, I was in the family room, hanging wet laundry on the drying rack. I glanced over and saw what looked like a tangle of thread on the carpet under the coffee table.
There's always thread on the floor here.
I went to the laundry room for more cloths and, when I came back, the thread had moved to the side of the love seat.
This was a new one. I walked closer to investigate the magical moving thread.
Clearly, I need a stronger contact prescription.
You may be surprised to find out that I was less upset to find a lizard on my sofa than I would have been if it was a bug of the same size. Lizards are a little cute, almost. People keep them as pets. Nobody gets their kid a millipede for Christmas.
It wasn't difficult to get my new friend outside. It was a bit harder to get him to let go of the orange cup, which he was clinging to as if his life depended on it. I finally had to fling him off and send him sailing across the yard. Not how I usually like to say goodbye to a guest, but he was uninvited.
Is anyone else thrilled to pieces that it's Friday? We have a busy weekend ahead, but it's a different kind of busy than the weekdays, so I don't mind. Plus, busy with Steve is a thousand times better than busy apart.
I hope you're able to make the most of this last September weekend!