This morning I woke up, opened the door to let Pumpkin out, and a huge spider crawled over my foot and across the kitchen, settling underneath the couch. I calmly grabbed a glass, moved the couch, placed it over the spider, and walked into the living room to tell my dad. He came in: "Ooh that's a big one." I went back to bed as he took it outside.
Fast forward a couple hours later as I'm sleeping in.
*knock knock*
*door opens*
Dad: "Jenny! We're coming in to fix your roof."
My roof has been leaking, so that every time it rains, it also rains in my bathroom- a mere 2 inches outside the shower. It would be cool if it would just rain inside the shower, haha.
Anyway, I dragged myself out of dreamland and cracked my eyes open to see my dad walking to the bathroom, followed by my uncle who is holding a beer.
The time: 10:30 am. I'm surprised they're up because they were out at the St. Theresa's Bazaar pretty late, no doubt pounding those "delicious Catholic beers." Hair of the dog, I guess.
They stood there talking, examining the ceiling, throwing ideas around, then went outside. Now all I hear is banging and walking around on the roof.
All I know is, when you start drinking at 10 in the morning and then you go climbing on the roof, things are bound to get interesting.
To heck with the climbing on the roof; you start drinking at 10am things get interesting. period.
ReplyDeleteOkay, this spider thing is out of hand. You seriously need to have a talk with your dad and get him to kill the crap out of them.
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