First, the wins: TWO signed BOOKS in the recent Spread the Awesome Book Blogging Extravaganza hosted by the wonderbar ElanaJ.
Which ones you ask?
Escaping the Tiger
Given away by Christina Farley
Given away by Suzette Saxton
Winning 2 books! Fabulous, right? And the great thing about these is that both my son and I will enjoy them as he's big into any type of survival or war story. It's like it was meant to be. Karma.
Which, if I'm honest, I thought I screwed up royally on after Saturday's hot tub incident.
You see, I'm the kind of person who my hubby shakes his head at because if there's a bug in the house, I take it outside. If there's an earthworm exposed to the sun as I garden, I make sure it's re-covered in dirt to prevent flash frying.
And if there's a spider in the cup holder of our hot tub, yes, I WILL help it out and over the side so it doesn't get trapped beneath the hot tub lid and die. And it just so happens that on Saturday, this EXACT scenario happened.
Naturally, I attempted a transport.
That's the important thing to remember here, folks: ANGELA HAD GOOD INTENTIONS.
But, well...it fell out of my palm and landed in the water.
Images of lobsters and crabs boiling in hot water flitted through my head as I tried to grab him out from behind a jetted headrest. Sadly, by the time I got him in hand, he was a goner.
I felt pretty awful about it. Murder wasn't in the plan for my Saturday, I swear.
My husband had great fun with this, giving me a squeaky-voiced impersonation of the dead spider, regaling the story of how he was the way home, crossing vast yards and climbing over houses in an effort see his mother on Mother's Day, and the poignant account of growing up an orphan only wanting a mother, and the discovery a week ago that she was alive after all.
Husband dear continued to channel the dead spider, informing me that his mother was ill/had cancer/two prosthetic legs/was about to be kicked out of the spider web for not paying the rent/drank too much from grief/etc and only wanted one last visit from her long-lost spiderling son before dying/becoming homeless/selling legs to pay rent/drinking herself into oblivion.
Ah, darling husband. Nothing like being reminded you're a killer on the eve before Mother's Day.
So, needless to say after my well intentioned spider relocation-turned-murder, I didn't expect Karma to treat me so well, much less award me 2 fantastic books. I guess good intentions must count in the big scheme of things, huh?