Hmm… What to blog about. Well, seeing as Coach did not provide adequate topics, I am being forced to come up with my own. …Therefore, you probably won’t enjoy the rest of this blog.
Soo last night I was sitting on my couch, happily enjoying American Idol, when I look over at my mother (who was sitting on the other side of the room). I was just casually glancing over, when my eye was caught by a ginormous, dark form on the wall next to her head. My heart started beating rapidly, my palms instantly became damp, and I jumped out of my seat..MOM! I screamed (at this point I hit a note that only dogs can hear).
You might be wondering at what I was so afeared. IT WAS ONLY THE WORST, NASTIEST, MOST DISGUSTING, GROSSEST, SICKEST, NASTIEST, MOST DISGUSTING, GROSSEST, SICKEST, NASTIEST, MOST DISGUSTING, GROSSEST, SICKEST, NASTIEST, MOST DISGUSTING, GROSSEST, SICKEST, NASTIEST, MOST DISGUSTING, GROSSEST THING IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD. Yes, it was a Spider.
At this point I told my mother to stare at It until I get back, and I sprinted upstairs to retrieve my father — A.K.A The Spider Killer of the Hale Household. (Yes, we are a house full of girls who despise arachnids and refuse to touch them)
Anyways, long story short my mother succeeded in tracking the Monster Spider; my father succeeded in killing the Monster Spider; then we all succeeded in staring at It on the paper towel to determine what kind of Spider it was.
Yes, I have senioritis.
