Spiders

Me and Morgan were enjoying the wonderful weather outside just soaking up the sun and feeling the lite breeze. We looked at my flower bed and decided that these huge plants that were taller than Morgan had to go. One by one we pulled these suckers out and just as we got to a root of one, a huge spider jumped on me. If you know me you can guess what happened next. I started screaming, shaking my leg and running all at the same time. Poor Morgan in confusion of what was going on screamed and ran with me. Thank goodness there were no neighbors around, that would have been a sight. After that little incident we went into the house, never to set foot out the front door until dad got home and killed the spider. For the rest of the day I had the Heebie Jeebies, felt like something was crawling on me all the time. After a long day Scott comes home and guess what he brings..... a tarantula from work (again). Why would you bring a spider home if you know your wife will NOT let you keep it? These are the times when I wonder were his brain is, obviously not in his head. Let me just say it will be a while until I go and pull my weeds again. I love you babe, please stop bringing them home. I HATE spiders!