Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Dear Spider, who sat on my shoulder until I swatted you and you shot up toward my ear canal resulting in my ballerina-like freak out

YOU CREEP ME OUT.

Until next time,

Sheila

1 comment:

sweetcheese said...

Dear Sheasy-Spider:
You must be spider pals with the giant CLEAR spider that caused my "constrained-by-being-in-a-car" freak out the other night. Is there a club or something?!