I had a dream last night in which a spider (a small, black, furry one) jumped on me. I woke up slapping myself to get the darn thing off. There was no spider. But then I couldn’t sleep anymore. I’ve been exhausted all day. Sometimes I hate dreams.
On a happier note (happier for my tummy and not my pocketbook), I discovered that Gingerbread Mocha Frappaccino’s are quite yummy. Mmmmmmm.