Last night the neighbors had a 3 hour screaming match. From what I could gather as I sat on my front porch with a glass of wine a book
and pretended to read, He’s been talking to some other girl who means nothing to him, and She’s been talking to several guys who may or may not be her cousins. I’ll let you know how it ends. Hemo is on the shit list for peeing on the dogs’ leashes, but look what I found in my backyard:
A crab spider! Well, Steve calls them crab spiders but I call them pirate spiders because to me it looks like they have a skull painted on their bellies. I’ve been wanting one of my own ever since he pointed a baby one out to me on his porch.