**This is the only repost from Blogger I’m doing because it’s just too damn funny and sets up the next post. Originally posted on Blogger shortly after it happened, 12/27/14.**
Vivian and I were having a lazy evening, watching movies and eating Thai in bed. After, Vivian got up and went to take the dishes upstairs. (There will be plenty about Vivian, back story and all, in other posts. This story was just too funny to wait.)
A minute later she came back in, plates still in hand, eyes big, and asked me if I was good with spiders.
She had told me previously about her major issues with spiders. It’s on the level of “will kick you out of her house” for joking that there’s a spider near her. Seriously. Anything spider related is totally off limits. Okay, no problem for me.
When Vivian came back into the bedroom and mentioned a spider, my big ego, American, white knight streak emerged with a hard on. Of course, I’ll vanquish the arachnid and save the day!
I got out of bed in my boxers, chest puffed out, flexing my arms. “Alright, where is he?” Continue reading