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The continuing sage of painting the kitchen, now with professional critics watching my every move. Sis in law present with her highness's lacky foot servant hubby in tow. From his demeanor I've already determined there is a rutabaga and some sort of squash in his ancestry, Placidly, vapidly sitting on the couch staring into space waiting for the princess to issue the next royal edict.
The princess on the other hand is in full cry with her haughty nasal dripping-with-sarcsm voice as she tells us the color of paint we should have used, telling me wifey how to run her business, querying if I'm done wasting time on the water system and suggesting a plumber friend of hers could be called in to do it right.
Meanwhile between cleaning up drips, receiving a package and finally calling it quits for the day I started cleaning up to the background noise of the paint may clog the drain. Admiring the north wall all white and pretty a jumping spider comes out to patrol a dry area. I asked it what it thought as it went back and forth inspecting my handiwork. I put my hand out asking it is would be interested in going outside. It jumped right on so I carried it out the door where it jumped onto a wall. "You have a good one now! Love you guys."
Turning, the princess has fixed me with ultimate supercilious stare and snidely says, "Looove?"
I gave her my blank stare, a pause, then went for it. "And why not? They're a hell of a lot cuter than you are." I'm rewarded with a lovely furious evil glare then she turns about and storms out the door. Veggie hurries after her. I felt pretty good about myself and failed to display any sign of remorse or regret. But to be on the safe side I spent a half hour outside with my charming spiders as I waited for the terminal frost blasting from my sweety, who also became royalty as the Ice Queen, to subside.
Why can't people be more like spiders?
The princess on the other hand is in full cry with her haughty nasal dripping-with-sarcsm voice as she tells us the color of paint we should have used, telling me wifey how to run her business, querying if I'm done wasting time on the water system and suggesting a plumber friend of hers could be called in to do it right.
Meanwhile between cleaning up drips, receiving a package and finally calling it quits for the day I started cleaning up to the background noise of the paint may clog the drain. Admiring the north wall all white and pretty a jumping spider comes out to patrol a dry area. I asked it what it thought as it went back and forth inspecting my handiwork. I put my hand out asking it is would be interested in going outside. It jumped right on so I carried it out the door where it jumped onto a wall. "You have a good one now! Love you guys."
Turning, the princess has fixed me with ultimate supercilious stare and snidely says, "Looove?"
I gave her my blank stare, a pause, then went for it. "And why not? They're a hell of a lot cuter than you are." I'm rewarded with a lovely furious evil glare then she turns about and storms out the door. Veggie hurries after her. I felt pretty good about myself and failed to display any sign of remorse or regret. But to be on the safe side I spent a half hour outside with my charming spiders as I waited for the terminal frost blasting from my sweety, who also became royalty as the Ice Queen, to subside.
Why can't people be more like spiders?
