Sniper

I am a spider sniper...not with hair products and air freshener like my friend Becca. I prefer Fantastic (with anti-bacterial agents). If I'm gonna be a killer, I might as well do a little cleaning in the process. So, the carcus of a big black spider is in the window sill and another in the bathroom by the toilet. Carlee knows that it's daddy's job to dispose of them. She watched the killings take place and has asked several times today "mommy, what did you did?" (which I love). She's referring the stern look on my face as I drowned these two poor spiders with Fantastic. You do what you've got to do.

I just got a phone call that had the potential of waking up Eli...which these days is not good. In my exhausted state (Eli didn't have a good night last night) I answered and heard a telemarketer ask for Mr. Moore. Someone needs to update their records because Mr. Moore has been deceased for 6 years...which is what I advised this poor girl who was just trying to do her job. I know she felt bad. I shouldn't have said it. But, I need sleep and I can't seem to control what comes out of my mouth these days (Chris is feeling my craziness too!) I need a nap.