Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Christie and I were lying in bed the other night reading, when suddenly:

C: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

M: What?

C: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

M: What?

C: Ahhhhhhhhh!

M: What?

C: Spider! (breath) Crawling! (breath) On my leg! (breath) Under the covers!

I pull back the covers, and reveal a firefly. After it's been disposed of:

M: Did you know that more people die of heart attacks from their wives screaming suddenly than die from spider bites?

C: Shut up.

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