Buggin' Out
So...
Sometimes you become known as "The Girl Who Always Loses Earrings"...to the point where your old boyfriend had to start buying you earrings two pairs at a time so you always have a spare. (Hey! They just fall out! Sometimes you can't help it!)
And sometimes you also have an ungodly fear of anything with more than four legs, to the point where your preferred method of killing spiders is to spritz them with hairspray until they harden. That is, unless you have a champion boyfriend who will come to your rescue, as Chris did.
What do the two have in common, you wonder? Well...I will tell you three hypothetical stories to illustrate.
Sometimes, you're riding in the passenger seat of a car, minding your own business and enjoying a nice ride. And sometimes, all of a sudden, a GIANT BUG goes creeping down your neck and skitters across your chest while you SCREAM bloody murder and do your best to brush the thing away...wherever it is! And since you can't see any sign of the bug, you spend the rest of the car ride curled up in a trembling ball on the seat. And sometimes it's not until the car pulls into your parking lot and you dash out that you realize the "bug" was really an earring that had fallen out of your ear and tickled your neck on the way down.
Sometimes, you're in the bathroom at a friend's house. Maybe the toilet faces the bathtub, but is on the end. And sometimes you're using the toilet when another "bug" goes creeping down your neck...but this time, you're able to jump up (while screaming, of course) and fling the bug away from you...only to watch in horror as one of your (four) handmade earrings from a California artist goes tumbling into the bathtub, skitters down the length of it, and goes plink! down the drain.
And finally, sometimes you have a similar experience in the bathroom at work. (Why is it always in the bathroom?) Sometimes you feel the familiar creeping down your neck and reflexively swipe the "bug" away...only to realize that you are missing an earring. But where did it go? What happened to the very special birthday earring that was a gift from your boyfriend? It isn't caught on your clothes, it isn't on the floor...OMIGOD! Don't tell me it's IN THE TOILET!?!?!?!
And sometimes, to make things worse, this boyfriend hasn't yet learned to buy earrings two pairs at a time.
Not that this happened. I'm just saying.
Sometimes you become known as "The Girl Who Always Loses Earrings"...to the point where your old boyfriend had to start buying you earrings two pairs at a time so you always have a spare. (Hey! They just fall out! Sometimes you can't help it!)
And sometimes you also have an ungodly fear of anything with more than four legs, to the point where your preferred method of killing spiders is to spritz them with hairspray until they harden. That is, unless you have a champion boyfriend who will come to your rescue, as Chris did.
What do the two have in common, you wonder? Well...I will tell you three hypothetical stories to illustrate.
Sometimes, you're riding in the passenger seat of a car, minding your own business and enjoying a nice ride. And sometimes, all of a sudden, a GIANT BUG goes creeping down your neck and skitters across your chest while you SCREAM bloody murder and do your best to brush the thing away...wherever it is! And since you can't see any sign of the bug, you spend the rest of the car ride curled up in a trembling ball on the seat. And sometimes it's not until the car pulls into your parking lot and you dash out that you realize the "bug" was really an earring that had fallen out of your ear and tickled your neck on the way down.
Sometimes, you're in the bathroom at a friend's house. Maybe the toilet faces the bathtub, but is on the end. And sometimes you're using the toilet when another "bug" goes creeping down your neck...but this time, you're able to jump up (while screaming, of course) and fling the bug away from you...only to watch in horror as one of your (four) handmade earrings from a California artist goes tumbling into the bathtub, skitters down the length of it, and goes plink! down the drain.
And finally, sometimes you have a similar experience in the bathroom at work. (Why is it always in the bathroom?) Sometimes you feel the familiar creeping down your neck and reflexively swipe the "bug" away...only to realize that you are missing an earring. But where did it go? What happened to the very special birthday earring that was a gift from your boyfriend? It isn't caught on your clothes, it isn't on the floor...OMIGOD! Don't tell me it's IN THE TOILET!?!?!?!
And sometimes, to make things worse, this boyfriend hasn't yet learned to buy earrings two pairs at a time.
Not that this happened. I'm just saying.
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