spiders in my hair...

For the second time this week I have left for work and, while locking the door, a giant "granddaddy long-legs" has kamikazied into my hair from the porch overhang.

Note to God: This is NOT funny.

I'm swamped at work and I have worried myself into ZERO-concentration-status. I feel like I should be swinging a club and wearing an animal skin. "Fire gud. Ow! Wait, fire BAD!" That's about how smart I'm feeling.

Death by whining is terrible way to go.

One more spider in the hair though--I'm taking it as a sign.