Wednesday, July 11, 2007


My Hero

The other night The Squeeze and I were in bed getting ready to doze off for the night. In the soft glow of the tv's light I saw something moving on the far side of The Squeeze's pillow. "Eww...there's a spider on your pillow", I said. I was immediately steam-rollered as The Squeeze maneouvred to distance himself from the offending spider. Did I mention that he's an exterminator?

I craned my bedside lamp over so he could see it clearly and just as I was telling him I'd grab a tissue for him, he crushed it with his hand. That ALWAYS grosses me out.

"Huh, so I guess when people talk about spider bites they aren't kidding."
"No, it really happens."
"He should have waited until we were asleep."

I guess the moral of the story is the early bird gets the worm, but the early spider gets the hand.

I guess he didn't bite the hand that didn't feed him. What the HELL am I TALKING about?? Okay, I gotta get off the sszfewka. And the crack.
My daughter Gayle is a magnet for spiders. She gets bitten while sleeping and has horrible reactions. Frankly, I doubt anyone here has the balls to squish em with their hand!
Eewww! ICK!!!
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