I had a dream last night (and isn't that your favorite type of blog post opening ever?) in which I was an extra on Lost. But not as myself--as a middle-aged woman with a husband and a teenaged daughter. And for some reason the series decided to focus on our little family when my dream-daughter decided to find her own way off of the island and ran away into the jungle. Dream-hubby and I went after her, and I somehow got stuck in a tree with a giant spider. Not Shelob-sized or anything, more like a black widow the size of a large cat. And speaking of large cats, as the spider pounced on me, so did Niblet, who decided it was playtime. It was 4 a.m. I did not go back to sleep. The little hairball made sure of that.
Tell me again why I have cats?
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