Saturday, July 26, 2008

Spiders. Why did it have to be spiders?

I hate spiders. HATE them. Loathe and fear them. In fact, having a spider killer on call may have factored into why I married Hubby in the first place.
If I see a spider, I squeak for Hubby, and he comes to the rescue.
Not too long ago, I thought I was being *so* brave, because there was a big spider right near the baby. Instead of calling for Hubby, and startling poor Kicker by making a big production out of it, I decided to suck it up, and *SAVE* my precious son.
So I killed it. I killed that spider dead.
I proudly called to Hubby to tell him what I'd done. He just rolled his eyes at me, and walked away. He totally dismissed my heroics! I, mean, c'mon! I totally saved our son from certain icky-spider doom!

This post was inspired by Flashback Fridays at Mommy Always Wins.


Colleen said...

Cute...I'm very proud of you!!!

Thanks for playing!

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Busymama Karen said...

I think that is very impressive!