I'm not having a good week as we've all been sick. But when I saw Katie's new spider web brushes, I was 'forced' (ok, I am trying to avoid the destruction my toddler has caused my house this morning..lol) to sit and make a page about an incident I had earlier in the week. It's a good thing I had no photos to go with this!

Thanks for looking! Smile

Spider Webs Brushes and Stamps No. 01
Glitter Lines Alphabet: October
Halloween Magic Flairs
Halloween Magic Scrapbooking Kit
Halloween Magic Solids Paper Pack
Artsy Layered Paints No. 01 (clipped to the spider web brush)
Basic Tags No. 02
Celebration Of Life Brushes and Stamps
Cooked Scrapbooking Kit (clothes pin / re-coloured slightly)
Fine Line Twists Brushes and Stamps No. 02

Font: Olivetti Type 2
Journaling: The instruction was no lifting. No bending. No up and down movement. NO LAUNDRY! It was easy at first because I couldn’t do any of that. But then my back started feeling better. And the laundry pile started to annoy me. And all of my comfy undies were waiting to be washed. Don’t come between a 30 week pregnant woman and her comfy undies! Dylan caught me taking the wash out of the machine. “What do you think you’re doing?” I mustered up my best ‘don’t mess with me, I’m on a mission’ look and said “My back feels fine. I need my comfy undies. I’m just doing ONE load”. He protested. I protested more. He knew better. Feeling quite smug, I headed outside to hang my wash out. As I was standing there thinking “I think I’ll be able to do all of the laundry” I felt a tickle on my knee. Bandit was in and around my feet and I assumed it was him. So I brushed at him and kept pegging up the clothes. Then the tickle moved. Higher. Up my thigh, quickly. And that’s when I knew I should have followed the advice. I should not have bothered with the laundry. I looked down and saw this big, fat, dark, hairy 8 legged THING running up my inner thigh and heading for the leg of my shorts! For a 30 week pregnant woman, I have to say I have the agility and reflexes of a gymnast. I swatted, jumped and cart wheeled (ok, there was no cart wheeling) around the yard trying to stop this beast from going up my shorts but the cheeky little thing held on tight and kept running. Just as I accepted the fact that I was going to need to strip in the backyard, I swatted it with the shirt I was holding and it flew off. It was a wolf spider, a good few inches wide. One of the biggest and fattest I’ve seen in our backyard. Obviously well fed out there. I watched it for a bit to make sure it kept travelling away from me and the washing line and then found myself trying to rescue it from the dog. All the while, I was reminded of a conversation we had recently. The tv blew up and a ceiling fan had died recently. I had joked with Dylan that things always break in 3’s and what would be next? Hopefully not my waters, I joked. I tell you, we came very close. I have now willingly handed off laundry duty to Dylan. He can have it. I want no part in it!