Shower surprises and lightning strikes

Hey readers,

Picture this:

Your day is finally winding down and with it coming to a close you decided to jump in the shower to enjoy a nice, hot, relaxing time by yourself. You begin by rinsing your hair first with water and as you are soaking your hair you open your eyes to the ceiling and…see a spider in the corner. And it’s on the move, big time. It is a daddy long legger – just so you can get the full effect of what you are looking at.

What’s a girl to do? Ignore it? Call for help? Give up in defeat and hope for the best? Surrender! Confusion suddenly falls over you as you continue to stare at it in disbelief because you haven’t seen a spider in this house for close to two years now.

(And yes, when you don’t appreciate spiders springing themselves on you, you tend to look for them ahead of time to avoid the surprises. In doing this you keep a thorough count of when the last time you had an interaction with one. It’s like keeping track of a running record of days those employees were safe at a plant. Then one day someone gets injured and your score goes from zero to one. Opps! Have to go and change the tally books now.

I had a similar encounter on Saturday when we decided to paint the garage. The outside of the garage walls was covered in webs, spiders, nets, etc. you name it, it was probably there. These had no doubt been there for a hot minute. There were Charlotte’s Webs all over the dang place! Like what the French toast?! So anyway, as I am rolling the extended roller paint brush up the sides to reach as much as I can – so that I need to do as little as possible up on the top of the ladder – these peeps are falling down on me.
 
​Wait, wait, wait, wait – let me back up a second – that’s a little bit of a hyperbole – they were webbing down on me. And friends what I mean by that is they were deciding at high speeds while attaching to their silk strings. Real spider man shit if you know what I mean.

So yeah, there was that. A day that will be forever imbedded in my head and thank goodness I will never have to worry about doing that again…I’m series…even if it needs painted again when I am fifty because it’s peeling off like the skin of a person who got bad sunburn…I don’t care – not doing it LOL! By then I’ll be too far in age to have the guts to deliberately put myself in Aragog’s layer à where my Harry Potter people at?! 😊 You’ll know the reference! And if you don’t know…give it a google, you will and won’t be sorry. Thanks J.K. Rowling! We love you!

On a side note:

I saw the most breathtaking view this morning driving into work in the wee hours of the morning! Okay now to be specific it was four-thirty (super, duper early) – pitch dark out of course when lighting began to light up the clouds. Spots of orange and white lit up the sky, it was amazing!

If only I could paint and was actually good at it, I would paint the shiz-nat out of that!

In conclusion…have you ever had an ant fall out of nowhere and land on top of your hand? No, no – not a flying ant, an actual-legit ant ant. An ant of an ant! Yeah…me either! 😊

Have a great rest of the day everyone!

As always I appreciate ya && stay safe out there!