The Life Cycle of a Spider and Other Zen-Like Ponderings

I've been wanting to get this picture scanned into my computer for months, but for some reason my computer has decided to unfriend my scanner. I would try to scan something and it would say "Scanner not found."

Then I'd yell at it "It's right there! On the desk next to you, you big bonehead. Would you like me to introduce you?!!!!"

It would politely decline thereby causing me to have an aneurysm. Much whining would ensue, Peanut Head would pointedly ignore the whining, and I would mutter under my breath and threaten to buy a new scanner.

I know, I'm such a problem solver. 

Peanut Head is my tech support, and he came through for me, finally. Thank you sweetie. Smooches. 

Something about having to reinstall the driver, blah blah, boring stuff, blah blah.

Anyway, this picture is Stinkerbell's masterpiece entitled "Life Cycle of a Spider." Ironically, this piece was created while sitting in church. Because The Stink is all about the peace and the love when she's supposed to be tranquil and pleasant.

I liked the Life Cycle picture so much that she has been cranking out multiple versions. This one made me smile because we get these creepy looking centipede bugs in our basement, and we always vacuum them up. The last frame is supposed to be a vacuum, but she knew it wasn't super identifiable, so she went ahead and labeled it. She's helpful like that.

Stinkerbell's teacher has the kids fill out these vocabulary charts for their vocabulary words every week, and I get a kick out of some of The Stink's pictures. Sometimes they're funny.

Like this one. I love it. It goes with the word "dispatch," and the stick guy is calling 911 because his house in on fire. The dispatch guy says "On it!"

This one is hard to see, but it's a muscle guy. She labeled the dude "mucle."

This is me. I'm thinking about changing my Facebook Profile picture to this and calling it "Split Personality."

In contrast, here are Zoe Bug's drawings. Drawings of unicorns and rainbows, not death.

Actually, not unicorns, but horses.

Here a horse, there a horse, everywhere a horse-horse.

I could go on and on, but I don't want to get hoarse.

Can you tell I've been working out?

I've been on this new workout routine called "21 Days to a Segmented Insect Body."  I think it's working.