We had just finished eating a beautiful dinner that my mother had prepared for our 28-member family. As I glanced up at the
chandelier over the table, I was mesmerized by the creative handiwork a spider had woven around the prisms and lightbulbs.
"Don't look up there!" my mother screamed. "It's the one thing I was too tired to clean!"
"Don't look where?" my brother asked.
"There!" my mother pointed. "It's my own personal web sight!"