Is that a Tarantula?

I had the weirdest dream a few nights ago. I dreamed that my wife and I were downstairs folding laundry and a tarantula walked by. It was a big hairy one, too.

My wife looks down and nonchalantly says, "Oh, the tarantula is back." She then proceeds to continue folding clothes.

I'm horrified and say, "I'll call the exterminator!"

My wife replies, "Why? Its harmless..."

Oh course, that makes perfect sense.

FYI...No more Junior Mints before bedtime.

Comments

Stephen Newell said…
You too? I was offered a few Junior Mints at work at UPS last night and it turned out to be the absolute worst thing I could have eaten. After visiting El Bano, I went home and proceeded to be mauled in my sleep by a giant baby out of Honey, I Blew Up The Kid. Strangely, the giant baby looked exactly like my little Grace.
I love Junior Mints, but apparently not before bedtime.

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