So here I am at work stuffing checks. The box I was taking check envelopes out of ran out, so I pulled off the lid to the next box. And what comes charging at me from inside the box? An ugly spider (that's what color it was) with a fat, fat, fat body, and all its legs were above the body more towards the head. Sick, sick sick! Of course I squeal and roll my rolly chair as far away as possible. My boss laughs and says, "Is there a spider?" So she marches across to my desk and squishes it for me.
I hate spiders.
I don't feel safe at my desk.
HAHAHAHA! Of course if I'd been there, I would've been curled into the fetal position. Especially when the spider "charged" at you. :)
ReplyDeleteThe other night I was sleeping at home and bunking with Trey. Trina was chatting with me on the bed and Trey picked up a shoe.
Trina: Oh no! Is there a spider?!
Trey: ...Noooo. Look at Tess.
Trina: Oh. K. [She looks at me]
Trey SLAMS the doorway with shoe.
There was a spider. Trina believed him.