…for our newest companion, Lacey the Spider. She is playful, has eights arms for cuddling, bares her fangs only at small children, performs tricks for bacon, spins a mean pair of baby booties, bites only when provoked and loves to go for long, claustrophobic car rides.
With any luck, those pesky, sweet-toothed fruit junkies with wings are high in protein.
Watermelon/kale/spinach punch, anyone?
While purging the house of every last sippy cup, from the shadowy depths of a kitchen cabinet I made the most peculiar discovery.
The challenge: not to incorporate shakes, diet and exercise into my daily regimen, but to convince Doug once and for all that I am not having an affair with Lou Noujaim.
I have friends who have jumped out of airplanes, quit their jobs and started new careers, run for elected office, fought in wars, battled raging infernos and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with hardened criminals.
As for me, someday I will figure out exactly how far I can blow up a balloon before it pops.
They say the world doesn’t have enough heroes. And I intend to do my part.