No new post today, I'm afraid. We've had a plumbing malfunction and I needed to clean beneath our kitchen sink in preparation for the plumber's visit. It was one of the five worst things I've ever done in my life. I'd rather go through eight hours of labour again than repeat this experience.
Three words for you: Big. Fucking. Spider.
So now I'm relaxing with a drink. And yes. It's only two in the afternoon. Don't you judge me.
While I'm looking up therapists in the yellow pages, why don't you read my last post and add your suggestions to the list. You're good people... you, especially. Despite the judging.
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DHAK Arachnid Deathmatch: Your spider versus the one from The Redhead Papers. Who comes out of the web alive?
Oh, dear lord. That's a big-ass spider. I grant Erin that her spider is bigger, but mine was inside my house! Lying in wait for me! And now, despite the fact that it's well dead, I keep feeling itchy and twitchy.
What about under the bathroom sink (you have two bathrooms)? Don't the cleaning ladies clean?
I think I have decided on the Spiderman sheets for your bed for your visit. Hee Hee
Have you checked under the bathroom sinkS?
I have decided on the Spiderman sheets for your bed for your visit. Hee Hee
I know I posted twice. I don't wish to explain.
No judgement from this corner of the room. The big. fucking. spider. would've been the death of me. I probably would've started mainlining vodka shortly after the encounter.
Sounds like what you've got there is the dreaded Giant Hairy Fuck Spider. Anything with more than 4 legs is just unnatural and should be wiped off the face of the earth (ok, I'll settle for banned from places where I walk/eat/sleep). Dana says it all better than I could. http://www.bobofett.com/orbweaver.html
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