No Spiders Allowed

Thoughts from the Mind of An Arachnophobic Brunette

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Love is...



Love is a husband who gets out of bed for you to kill a spider lurking in the bathtub before going back to bed and acts as though this is a perfectly normal request. This is the true definition of love.

4 Comments:

  • At 1:34 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    More proof of what an amazing love you have!

    And without hubby your dogs would be eating many more bugs than they do now! Hehe

     
  • At 12:27 AM , Blogger Tom Quinn said...

    any man should do that at the drop of a hat...or at least I would

     
  • At 8:14 PM , Blogger Monty said...

    How well I know about the spiders. I have been doing this duty for years. Our cats are wonderfull with all sorts of bugs if I am not home. On the other hand, it's a good thing my wife can fix the plumbing, because I haven't got a clue how she does it.

     
  • At 6:08 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    I think the poor guy is just "whipped" !!!

     

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