Insects Beware!!

I killed the spider. I hunted it down last night before bed and killed it. I could not sleep with the thought that it might still be crawling around. It wasn't easy; it took chasing it through 2 rooms, moving some furniture, a can of WD40, a clothes hanger, the vaccuum, and a shoe, but in the end it lie dead and I was still standing unharmed. Well, not completely unharmed, I did end up with some minor rug burn. But I killed it.

Oh, by the way Jenn, I got into my truck to leave Applebee's last night and before I was on the highway I had thought of that baby name. Gunner. See, I make up names off the top of my head just to freak Brent out and I pretend to be kind of serious about them. I've suggested naming the baby Butter, Francisco, and Van for example. While I'm kind of half-joking, sometimes a name starts to grow on me, like Gunner. Brent wants a more traditional name, but one strange name he likes is Pirate. Yes, as in the name of Jonathan Davis's baby. Brent likes Pirate. How many jokes can you make up about butt-pirates? So, Pirate Morris is off the table.