tevagirl
<font color=teal>Saving little old ladies from gun
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I'm sitting on the couch, dh is on the computer. Ddil comes in and says to me "What's that behind your head?" (Not something I like to hear, btw)
I jump up screaming, ducking for cover, goose bumps running down my spine. The dog and cat take off for higher ground. I grab my spider killer, (Spider killer: swifter duster with extendable wand.) which I keep in reach at all times. Dh is still sitting calmly at the computer. I turn around and sure enough there is a spider the size of Rhode Island on the wall where my head was just a second ago.
My first thought is too smash that sucker into tomorrow.
His first thought is "Don't mess up the paint!"
Don't mess up the paint?
What??
I jump up screaming, ducking for cover, goose bumps running down my spine. The dog and cat take off for higher ground. I grab my spider killer, (Spider killer: swifter duster with extendable wand.) which I keep in reach at all times. Dh is still sitting calmly at the computer. I turn around and sure enough there is a spider the size of Rhode Island on the wall where my head was just a second ago.
My first thought is too smash that sucker into tomorrow.
His first thought is "Don't mess up the paint!"
Don't mess up the paint?
What??






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