Wednesday, May 23, 2012
The other morning, I had a morningmare. It's like a nightmare, only it's in the morning right before you wake up. Or why you wake up, actually. About 7 or 8 years ago, I was bit on my cheek in my sleep by a spider. My cheek swelled up like a golf ball, I kid you not! I even have the big hole it left in my face to prove it. So, my love for spider's is minimal at best. When I am scared, I don't scream. I make this really weird high pitched noise, that starts out really quiet and then super loud and sounds sort of like, UUUhhhhhmmmmmm!!!! I suck in all of my breath and I can't breath or move at all. The other morning, I woke both Tim and I up with that horrible sound. I sat straight up in bed, sucking in my breath and sounding like a mini Hoover. I remember my morningmare clear as day. Sort of. I don't remember where I was, but I do remember a spider about the size of a cantalope, dropping down from the ceiling on his evil web. That wasn't the worst part. The worst part was a huge moth about the size of a small watermelon, came flying out of nowhere, slammed into that huskamelon of a spider and knocked it across the room and straight onto me, where it nested in my hair along the side of my neck! In that exact moment, I awoke from my daymare and it was then and there that I realized, I might need to start looking into some sort of adult protection for the elderly. Getting old is a pisser.