The spider, who I call "Karl Rove" (I figure the little dude is not offended), caught a huge ass moth last nite and ate it in an awesome display of spider prowess. The moth was as big as the spider and within seconds, the spider caught it, pinned it and wrapped that up like a burrito. Sweatone and I spent about thirty minutes watching the spider suck the fluids from the moth.
Its my birthday today! Yay! I'm not dead!
I plan on working out, getting a manicure and pedicure, going to eat lunch with my mom, and then later, Zule and I are going out to dinner. He has not gotten me a physical present. LET THIS BE A HINT ZULE: When I say "I don't really want anything", that means I want a small, hand selected item that has sentimental value based on our relationship of 12 years. :) I'm getting old, honey, you have to prop up my horrific self esteem with costly gifts. Maybe new boobs, sweetie. Maybe new boobs.