March 11
My Prince Charming
We were on our way home from a nice dinner and I started having a mini "I'm getting married soon" freak-out. To calm myself down, I began thinking about how perfect Mike is. He's sweet, loving, cute, and an overall great guy. By the time we pulled into the driveway and got out of the car, I was excited again about getting married. I smiled at Mike as we walked towards the house. But before we made it to the porch, I felt an awful sensation: a spider web stuck to my face. As I frantically began to rip the web off, I noticed a large spider on my stomach. Now, I have a strict no-kill policy when it comes to bugs, and I consider myself to be a tomboy, which is why I cannot explain or account for the sounds that I started making or the actions of my body. I let out a high-pitched scream as my arms, without my brain telling them to, began to hit at my stomach. "Get it off me!" I desperately screamed to Mike. I kept hitting myself and kicking my legs (I'm not sure how that was supposed to help get the spider off) when I noticed that Mike was not coming to my aid. I managed to temporarily regain control of my limbs and ran towards him. That's when he did the unimaginable... he ran away from me. With one well-placed swat I finally managed to get the spider off myself, and I sprinted into the house. "Why didn't you help me?!" I screamed at my soon-to-be husband. "Because it was dark out and I didn't want to get the spider on myself," he replied. Well, at least he's cute.
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