Hurricane Spider.

It finally rained here for two solid days, thanks to Fay. I can't remember the last time that happened. So, we celebrated. Like, we weren't going to celebrate SOMETHING anyway, like most nights. Hah.

Friday night at the house of the future (Amanda and Jon have an incredible home and are incredible hosts) and Neal almost accepted an agreement to eat this monstrosity for $50. Jon found it, dead, on their porch. It's larger in diameter than a beer can.



In the end Neal knew that Robin would disown him if word ever got back, so he declined the offer. But hey, it was worth a shot.

Saturday night was an impromptu 'hurricane party' that left me a mess, still unshowered at 5pm on Sunday. Sometimes the weekend is more taxing than the work week around here, I swear.