I thought it was a tumbleweed and I was pretty darn impressed that I had a tumbleweed stuck under my cable box in December.
I’m sitting in my chair (my happy place) with a sleepy puppy on my lap and fiddling around with the new tablet I got for Christmas. It’s sunny, I’ve gone for a run today and cleaned the house (not very well evidently). When I saw said tumbleweed my only inclination was to photograph it. The photograph proved that it is just a common cobweb, not a tumbleweed.
Instead of cleaning it I blogged about it.
I feel a little bad for my persnickety neatnick husband at moments like this. Just a little bad.