The maturity level in my house is amazing. =__=

Yesterday, there was a spider (IT WAS HUGE) in our living room while my mom and I were watching a movie. We both climbed on top of the couch and were like "OH SWEET BABY JESUS. WHAT WAS THAT." And spent half an hour spraying the underside of our couch with Febreeze trying to kill it. We also scattered parts of the couch around the room, broke a hiking stick as well as a broom.
The spider is still under a 12 inch high stack of magazines.

Also, we just burst out laughing at an auto-correct fail on her phone. We laughed so hard that we were literally on the ground crying.

It seems as though my dad is the only one who has an ounce of maturity in this house. Besides the fact that he is both extremely homophobic and racist. I bet it's because he was in the army. :/