So The Mom was in the kitchen last night and there was a spider strolling around. The thing about The Mom is that she doesn't like spiders at all. So she kinda screamed and did a little dance and asked me to take care of it. But with all of the screaming and dancing and pointing, I thought she was trying to play, so instead of getting the spider as a PBK* should, I started pawing at her and tried to play. Because that sure seemed like what she was trying to do. Except she wasn't. So she freaked out some more and grabbed a magazine and took care of bizness. Then she was all, "EG, what was up with that?" And I was all, "Dood. I thought you were playing." But then I made it up to her by laying in her lap and helping her watch a movie. Which didn't have any cats in it. What the paw is up with these people this weekend? I'm so glad it's Monday and I can get back to my routine.
*Professional Bug Killer