Kat Dancing

I can tell it's autumn. The days are getting shorter, the weather's getting nastier, and the wolf spiders are moving indoors. Those things have some sort of fatal attraction for drains, I swear. It's gotten to where I can't look in a sink or bathtub without seeing two or three little spiders crouched on the bottom going "white porcelain desert steep sides ohshitI'mgonnadie AAAHHH! GIANT PINK SPIDER!"

I realize that by picking them up and putting them outside I'm not only creating a Giant Pink Spider From The Sky mythos but interfering with natural selection, insuring that I'll be digging this spider's brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, second cousins, and great-grandchildren out of drains for the rest of my life. But they're so cute, I can't just let them die. Guys, seriously, those drains? Bad news.

And speaking of fatal attraction, Dan has discovered there's drawbacks to working for your girlfriend's parents in a highly permissive environment. My mother and I were standing together at the computer yesterday, talking about something, when Dan came up and leaned on my shoulder and looked hangdog. When questioned later he admitted that he'd come up behind us and nearly pinched my mom's butt instead of mine.

He's still shellshocked, poor sod.

Type-In Revisions: 332 pages (of 385)
Word Count, Original and Current: 118,040 / 114,140
Notes: Nothing like getting to a X'ed out scene and instead of seeing copious notes or an outline there's just "replace this with something else". I must have been getting tired of revisions and figured I'd deal with it on the type-in. Thanks oodles, two-months-ago me.