Last week, all we did was eat. I am not ashamed to say that we even had dessert after our biscuit-filled breakfasts. There is no denial going on here. We knew what we were doing and commented on it at the time. We discussed our feelings and we discussed how good the salted caramels were.
At this particular breakfast of bread overload, just as we were discussing how good the warm biscuits were, in slow motion from across the table I saw my younger brother's eyes get bigger and his hand coming toward me. Do not move! Giant spider on your shoulder!
I did not move.
Tod's hand swatted the giant spider off my shoulder while we all laughed and screamed and dishes and silverware rattled. It was so funny and horrifying all at the same time. Just thinking about a giant spider crawling across my shoulder freaks me out. I wonder how it got there and why didn't I feel it?
I've really had enough of the spiders everywhere so I thought maybe I should just turn to the all knowing power (google) and find out what having spiders crawling on you at all times means.
If you come upon a spider ask if you are the one feeling trapped or entangled in chaotic activities.
What if the spider is on me? Are spiders googling me to find out what I mean?
*I order French Toast everywhere I go. I discovered I liked it late in life, just like figs.
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