It's not about the house.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

FRIG!

I'm sitting here, feeling all proud of myself because I've finished this huge project that I've been working on. And feeling a little sad, listening to Pavarotti who just died...

And I'm listening to this, which isn't exactly Pavarotti, even though it is. But my dad sent it, because it's Bono, and Johnny's Irish, and so it counts...

And the FUCKING spider from this morning's bathroom showed up on my desk!

Now, okay, maybe it's not the same spider, but it sure looked like him. Sat there on top of my toilet roll and shook its fist at me...

I pounded the toilet roll, but it disappeared. Gone. I looked under and behind the desk -- the bastard ain't anywhere.

I think I have to move. That's it. Who wants a house?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

OK, what is the toilet roll doing on your desk??? Shouldn't it be in the bathroom??? Is it the universal "clean up mechanism?

Sandy & Michael said...

hahaha... I told you it was regenerating! But I'm even more amused by the toilet roll, that was the first question I had too, but anonymous beat me to it :)

sandy

EGE said...

Yes yes, I keep forgetting that not everybody has a toilet roll in every room in the house. For just in case. Nose-blowing or spider-smashing or cat-puke cleaning just in case -- not intended-purpose just in case...