Runny Babbit

I know that I have been the most boring blogger in the world lately- nothing of any consequence has been happening to me lately. I did get my drivers licence about a week ago, and have really been enjoying driving myself around. Other than that, not much new. However, I have been packing, and I came across some childhood books of mine. I found the cutest one called Runny Babbit by Shel Silverstein. So cute! Here's a really cute poem from it:

Runny Shearns to Lare

Runny got the picken chox

And had to bay in sted,

With sped rots on his belly

And sped rots on his head.

His friends all gave him sicken choup,

Bumgalls and bicorice lends.

And guess what little Runny

Fave to all his griends!

The strangest thing happened today. Like any other day, I took a shower this morning, and after I got out, wrapped my hair in a towel on top of my head. I stayed in the bathroom, and was putting on makeup in front of the mirror when I thought I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I looked again- nothing. I continued putting on my mascara when all of a sudden, a HUGE spider crawled around the side of the towel, on my head! Needless to say, and knowing my immense fear of spiders, my mascara wand went one way, and I threw the towel the other way, into the bath tub and ran out the door. Several minutes later, after mustering all of my inner courage, I returned to the bathroom, armed with shoes, and after several wayward misses, succeeded to squash the spider. I then had the ardent job of cleaning very black mascara off of the wall. I have absolutely no idea where the spider came from, or how it got onto my towel, but it was the last thing he ever did.