For the record...

I'm sitting here, 11:30pm staring at my bed with the covers on the floor searching for movement. This isn't a normal occurance.

I was pleasantly reading Vanity Fair (it's a special edition all about AFRICA with Bono as co-editor) when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. "What is that moving over there? Am I just getting sleepy?" Unfortunately not. A nicely sized black spider goes racing across my covers. I leaped out of bed and walked, calmly, into the living room. I asked Will where Billy was and he said upstairs. I then, unable to hold it in, squeal "THERE'S A SPIDER IN MY BED!! AGAIN!!" Will and I proceed to find a container in which to catch the spider (I mean, who wants spider guts in their bed). He, being the brave 10 year old boy that he is, catches the spider and releases him into the backyard. Had the spider been on the ground I would've squish that filthy thing just for interrupting my reading of Bono. As Will is catching the spider he yelped "THERE'S ANOTHER ONE!" By this point we're both squealing like sissy little girls and the rest of the Jones family comes downstairs to check it out. Much to my dismay we couldn't locate the 2nd spider even though we stripped the bed of all the covers and shook them vigorously.

For the record that would be the 3rd spider in my bed (4 if you count the one MIA) plus 2 more that I've squished that had been milling about the room. I know there are lots of spiders in Africa...but I'm expecting them. It's the unexpected ones that get me. The exterminator is coming again tomorrow and hopefully that will solve the problem.

Once again I am highly blessed that I have NEVER found a spider in my bed in Auburn.

Oh and here's the update of Memphis life that you've been eagerly awaiting: Nothing too grand to report. We're gearing up for camp that begins on Sunday so I've been glued to my computer designing materials for that event. I got to see my mom and Mama Anne yesterday- which was the HIGHLIGHT of the month. We got to spend some time together and it was wonderful to see two familiar faces. They also left lima beans and chicken casserole which I have been devouring ever since. I still have yet to understand why Memphis, located in the heart of the south, has no interest in southern food yet is determined to be fixated on Mexican cuisine. I have had more tacos in the past 30 days that I have in my entire existence. Lima beans are like mannah from heaven around here.

Everything is going great and camp is going to be amazing! I won't have computer access for a week so you'll just have to bite your fingernails in suspense until I return next Saturday. Thanks again for checking in! Sleep tight and I hope the bed bugs...er spiders....won't bite!