I've had a very busy last four days so Monday night I was going to turn my phone off so I wouldn't hear any calls about subbing. I know it had only been one day and it's way too soon to start ignoring calls for work. So I left my phone on and got called to sub. I went back into my room to start getting ready and there was a HUGE spider crawling on my bed blankets. I really wanted to take a photo because it was seriously large but I couldn't risk it getting away. It needed to die ASAP. So for the second day in a row, I found myself murdering a spider.
I hung out in 6th grade for the day. The kids were preparing for a play about ancient civilizations so they talked about Athens and Sparta all day. Every time I heard the word Sparta, I was all, "I AM SPARTA!" in my head and I wanted to laugh out loud.
After school, I played grown up and FINALLY did my taxes (at my parent's house so I got a free dinner and free laundry). Sadly, I owe money for state taxes and am getting a pittance back from the Feds so no iPad reward. (Every year I buy myself a present with my tax refund. It's like Christmas 2.0!)
Before I left my parent's house last night, a spider descended from the ceiling fan, riding on its web spinning, string thing. (I'm sure there is a proper name for this.) I saw it dangling in the air and tried to coax my dog into eating it. She was having none of that. For the THIRD time in two days I murdered a spider. At what point do I become a spider serial killer? And will someone please lie to me and tell me that all of these spiders mean good luck is coming my way.
When I got home last night, I had a voicemail about subbing for today. I didn't call back. But I'm justifying it by the fact that I should be rewarded for doing my taxes, I needed a good nights sleep like whoa, and I will be all kinds of productive today. GTL baby! If "T" stands for "the bank." Also grocery shopping and tutoring...in the rain...although my raincoat is in my car and I am in my warm, dry apartment. Can we say dilemma?