You're right, phreebie. L'eggs and I would like to extend the olive branch, Lady Friend. Actually, L'eggs is extending eight of them and I will make you a pork chop. Let's go to Whole Foods together, all three of us. You can push the cart and I will let L'eggs sit on my shoulder, because no one with a tarantula on his or her shoulder ever has to wait in line at the cash register. You hate waiting in line and L'eggs will end that misery for you. Also, I will outfit L'eggs in an array of cunning hats. No one can resist a tarantula in a beret! And just wait until you see the jester's cap! It comes with eight matching booties with jingles. How about I dress L'eggs in that and then the jingles will warn you when our little friend is creeping too close?
Lady Friend and Gay Panda and little L'eggs . . . our family will be unconventional but bound with ties stronger than the silk that unravels from our spider's feet. How can you say no?