Here’s one I wrote a while ago, when I had about 100 followers on Twitter. Thought all the new people who read my blog might like it :).
Husband and I were in the car, me driving. I had just helped him move his dinghy and been pushed into a bush; no biggie, right? We were on our way to a friend’s place via a busy road with no lanes in which to pullover. I felt something delicately feather my ear so I went to move my hair, which I remembered was in a bun and was not touching my ear. OMG! The ‘hair’ that I’d tried to brush away ran on eight furry feet, all the way across my forehead! Shit, shit! I flicked at my head to remove the massive huntsman, all whilst trying not to swerve out of my lane or crash into a telegraph pole. One of my flicks brought success and he flew into the passenger side near my husband’s legs, which were now kicking in a mad frenzy.
Both of us freaked…
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