We started in the camper and ended in the bedroom because Benjamin came out and he doesn't fit in the camper so we left the door open and were promptly joined by a spider the size of my fucking FACE which elicited no small amount of screaming from me and I may have said the next time I go out there without a blowtorch in hand there will be snow on the ground.
The spiders here are huge. HUUUUUGGEEEEEEEE. Ugh.
On the upside, going in the house led to ice cream sundaes in bed and binge-watching Ozark in the buff and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.
Unless you ask Sam, who popped in on his way home from church. We invited him to join our naked sugary Netflix binge but he only frowned and pointed out our glaring absences.
Sorry, Sam. Bridget saw a spider the size of her face-
The SIZE of my FACE-
And so she's traumatized so we're having a pajama day to cheer her up.
I don't see any pajamas, Sam says wearily, tugging at his tie.
I ate them, Ben says helpfully and Sam giggles. Ben grins. He likes being the one who cheers everyone up.
Don't miss next week, it's your pumpkin spice service. The back to school one.
We won't. I promise as I roll my eyes at his description.
Is the show good?
The BEST.
What happened to the spider?
I'm pretty sure it screamed back and ran off across the lawn.
Great. So no more bare feet in the grass?
No, we can still do that, but just remember your pitchfork and torch.
Okay, gotcha.
