One morning, months ago, I woke up nice an early to get ready for the day. Usually, I shower the night before so I have less to do in the morning. Its pretty tough getting myself, the baby, and lunches ready to go in the morning. (This year will be different!)
This morning however, I just needed a shower to wake up. So I took one, and heard partway through, my husband jumping into another shower himself.
Once I got out and got dressed, I heard my husband call out to me from the foggy depths of the bathroom.
“Katt, I need a towel! I need a towel!”
I go into the bathroom he is in and I check to see, is the towel just to far away? Is it dropped?
No, there really isn’t a towel at all.
I know the quickest place to get towels is the guest bathroom, it’s always made up just in case.
I grab the closest one and let it drape out of my hand. I quickly walk back to the other bathroom.
I thrust the towel at my dripping and shivering husband who recoils in horror.
A huge wolf spider crawls menacingly across the towel out for blood.
My husband turns white as a sheet and sputters, “Get it away, away! There’s a spider!”
I drop the towel and the dark form scurries away into a crack in the wall.
My husband decided to drip dry that morning