A spider named Bruce
He’s got a four-foot leg-span, purple eyes and looks to be wearing sparkly purple tights. He guarded my groceries yesterday as we wheeled through Wal-Mart, but at the moment he’s in my office, where he’ll cool his heels until I get around to putting up the Halloween decorations. We don’t do much — it’s amazing how much mileage you can get out of four big bags of that webbing stuff — but Bruce will be joined by several wicked two-foot wide purplish bats, on sale this week at Raley’s.
Last year I made a six-foot-wide spider out of black garbage bags. Never again.
Birthday boy is cleaning his room (and this one actually puts things where they belong, as opposed to his brothers’ time-honored method of shoving everything in their closet/under their beds) in anticipation of having a buddy spend the night. It’s finally fall here (at least today) — cloudy and around 50. Good day to clean and write and, unfortunately, eat.
Reading the paperback of Evanovich’s METRO GIRL. Cute. Haven’t been having much luck in the knock-my-socks-off department lately, reading-wise, but then, my socks don’t get knocked off easily. Just the way it goes.
Speaking of going. . .tomorrow we’re taking five kids to see WALLACE AND GROMIT, so wish us luck. AT least it got an A from EW. 
And Nick won on SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE, so all’s right with the world. Take my word for it, the guy is phenomenally talented (as in, Baryshnikov level, I’m not kidding), so it was nice to see someone win one of these things who actually deserved it.
So all’s right with the world.
