Are you scared of spiders?

I am very scared of spiders. Just don't like 'em. And anyone who knows of my run in with the brown recluse, my thigh, and France knows why. Well, B-rad has fast joined my side of his dislike and fright of the arachnid. On our walk the other Sunday this is what greeted he and Chloe in their path to feed the horse. It was bigger than a quarter and bright bright yellow. 

Feeding the horses some carrots. We alternate between carrots and apples. This place is about 2 miles from our house so it's a long gorgeous Sunday walk.
Sometimes when I don't want to cook we go to the "restaurant"-a.k.a the hospital, a.k.a the front mini cafeteria. I am so grateful that B-rad gets his food paid for but still likes leftovers so we get to go indulge as a family every so often. The restaurant is right next to the escalators and Chloe LOVES the escalators.

If you are still reading you may find this amusing. I know my friend Jenny will atleast because she is a fearsome cook in the kitchen. The other day I came downstairs to find my delightful red serving spoon broken in half. Brad has used it to pry some of this candy cereal stuff he makes out of the pan. Apparantely the Karo harden a bit in the night and my favorite spoon was victim. I sortof made Brad feel bad for breaking it. Well flash forward to today when I am making homemade oreos for labor day tomorrow and i am stirring and stirring and I break my wooden spoon in half. What the? If you need any jars open you know where to come looking for muscles I guess.