question:

What happens if you eat a dead/dehydrated brown recluse? Not that I did, for sure. But the possibility isn't nearly as remote as one might hope.

Jeremy and I recently started taking training for the half marathon just a little more seriously. Maybe not at the level at which it needs to be, but still a little more seriously. This means our evenings now consist of the following:

• Get home, get ready to run
• RUN run if we have energy, or else shamefully walk home after running as far as we can
• Get back to grossly hot apartments
• Someone go pick up the dog, someone make dinner (that's called teamwork)
• Eat dinner
• Jeremy does work things, I do other things and both must mind the puppy

If dinner is consumed pre-9pm (I know, too late), it's a victorious night.

Tonight? She was not victorious.

Plus I am 90% sure a crispy spider got mixed in with the chips yesterday.