Today, a particular horrible day for a wide variety of reasons, I encountered a giant spider. Talking on the on the phone with my Mom, something I enjoy thoroughly, and standing on the stairs of my new house, something that stills needs quite a bit of work, I looked down and noticed this, what seemed to be to me, giant wolf spider. I was terrified. But more importantly, he - wait, wait - that could be sexist- I should say, he or SHE was staring right at me. I had just played tennis for a brief 4 hours; my stench, some mixture of pleasant roses and elegant perfume, began to drive the little guy (or girl) away. So, pictures this: spider (girl or guy?) and myself (tennis extraordinaire?) running from each other. However, since this was our first formal meeting, we weren't quite acclimated with each other yet, and we ran in the same direction.
Now the real issue arose. I went to the my bedroom, he (or she!) went..... to an undisclosed location. Where does this leave me? Stuck upstairs. Sitting here typing away on a blog that no one reads, I am dreaming of all the nice cold water in my refrigerator downstairs. Must be nice to not be afraid of spiders. OR, shall I speculate, the idea of spiders?
I need a drink. I will write to you from the other side.
