Saturday, October 17, 2009


Send Help. Now. And a Brassiere.

I just went outside. Something big fell down my neck.

I grabbed and pulled out what I think was a big spider leg but it might have been a twig (the joys of living in the woods is that one can never be sure).

I flailed at myself for a while then ran in and took off both shirts. I asked my husband to check if there was a pissed-off 7-legged spider on me.

He took off my bra instead.

So now my boobs are to my knees and I think I have an angry spider in my pants.

Anyone have any bug spray?

Wow. Hope the rest of your day is better. And that it wasn't a spider after all.
That's what husbands like to do. It's in their genes. They have no sympathy for the spider-afflicted, only thoughts of BOOBS! BOOBS!
omg I laughed so hard I think I just peed myself!
Hope it wasn't a spider!!
I'm not sure bug spray is going to help with all of the problems indicated in that story...
. . . he took off your bra. And didn't bother to search else where for a spider? I think you are in dire need of 'the little blue pill' man.
Nearly sprayed the monitor with coffee.

Hope you are now safely spider-free.
and that spider was thinking, damn, if I get this one wrapped up I'll eat well for a month...
Your husband took your bra off and you didn't jump his bones?
[shakes head dolefully]
What kmkat said. Any excuse to remove your underwear. Sheesh.
I'm with AnnasMomma -- thank HEAVENS for Depends is all I can say. (Have I mentioned how all-tore-up FOND of you I am?)
You crack me up.
There goes another keyboard, you'd think I would have learned by now. Rabbitch and Diet Coke do not mix.

One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small

And the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all

Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall

Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call

To call Alice, when she was just small

When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go

And you've just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice, I think she'll know.

When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead

And the white knight is talking backwards

And the red queen's off with her head

Remember what the dormouse said,
"Feed your head, feed your head"
So, did the spider eat ya? Or what?
Men. They are such children. Especially when it comes to underwear of any kind.
Barb B.
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