Sinks, slugs, and spiders

We did more blowtorchin' yesterday and we're getting so good at it we're thinking about installing new faucets in the bathroom upstairs just so we can power it up again. It's quite fun. But then I'm not the one shooting the flames around--that's Angela's job because she's way more capable. So maybe what I mean is it's quite fun to watch.

After we finished plumbing we mowed the yard and then watched Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Angela has all the Harry Potter books and loves the whole idea of a boy wizard who can fly around on a broomstick, but I don't really get it. Angela is much better at letting her mind drift off into the land of suspended reality than I am. But this Harry Potter movie was pretty good up until the point that the red-headed boy starting puking up slugs. I had to start clipping coupons and thinking about saving fifty cents on fajita chicken strips at that point. As soon as I had recovered from the slugs, we got to the part where Harry and his friend had to go deep into the woods to get a piece of vital information, and oodles and oodles of big spiders were there when they got to their destination. That gave me the willies. Then I felt bad because some of the spiders had to die as Harry escaped. I'm such an animal lover--even the creepy ones. I encountered a huge spider underneath the manhole cover out by the street yesterday (I had to keep going out there to turn the water on and off during the plumbing process) and she scared me at first, but after awhile I was striking up a conversation with her. She was ugly, but she meant no harm. She was carrying a sack of eggs on her back and everything. She was just going about her little life and who was I to interfere by killing her just because I didn't understand her completely. So now she'll probably have oodles of babies and we'll be no better off than Harry Potter in the woods.

Speaking of animals...there was a comment the other day asking if we got a fourth dog. No, not yet. But don't be surprised if that is the subject of an upcoming blog. If a spider came after one of our dogs I might have to kill it. Hmm. Something to ponder.