And we might have needed a light bulb changed too

Home. Ahh.

Crazy, busy, fun trip. We called it our "girl power" vacation. We used that term over and over and over. Even Little Bit could not refrain from just shouting it out every so often. It's amazing how smoothly things do run without a man around. Sometimes their opinions and their stomachs just get in the way. But on the last night, we sure could have used one...

We were hanging out watching West Side Story because my mom decided it was high time for the big girls to see it. The first time I watched that movie, I was 12 and I loved it. And I hated it. And I bawled and bawled and bawled and was quite inconsolable for a few hours afterward. I'll just tell you now, my daughters did not shed a tear, those insensitive little brats.

So sometime during the rumble, I noticed a rather large something crawling along the fire place. I went and grabbed my tennis shoe and stood there ready to strike. And I couldn't. So I told Abby to kill it and she said no. And I told Alli to kill it and she asked if I was out of my mind. So I gave the shoe to my mom who stood there poised and ready for about five minutes. Because she is the only person in the world more afraid of spiders than I am.

Finally she mustered up the courage, swung the shoe and of course the frickin' thing lived. And scurried towards us and we screamed like the bunch of ninnies that we are. And then my mom grabbed the brush/poker/fireplace thingy because certainly that would kill it. Except she scraped the side of the fireplace and it made a loud squeaking sound and at the moment we were sure that the beast was screeching at us. So we screamed like ninnies again. And then we stood on the couch and the coffee table and were freaking out because there was no way any of us were going to sleep with that thing running around.

My mom wished we had bug spray. We didn't. We had...

Sunscreen.

So we blasted the thing and still it would not die. Maybe if we had a higher SPF.

Or a man.

Girl Power my ass.