What is it about those precious last few minutes in bed that are so amazing? It's like you get the best sleep in the world between your alarm.
Anyway, I was eating my breakfast. The usual. Shredded wheat with
Then, it was like slow motion.
I seriously think I saw something descending from the ceiling. I actually felt a tap on my head, because my hand flew up swiftly to brush "it" off. IT was a spider. A nasty, tan, icky, creepy, crawly, horrible spider that used my hair as a trampoline to catapult itself into my cereal.
One word: BARF.
I threw the bowl in the sink and flushed it into the disposal (thanks Dad!), and hit the button. DIE YOU JERK! You ruined my breakfast!! Which, to me, is a crime punishable by death.
The other annoying part about that was, I felt ICKY and ITCHY for most of the morning.
I wasn't even sitting on a Tuffet.