Thursday, April 12, 2012
And now I need a new favorite pair of jeansSo I go to pick up my favorite jeans from the floor (where I usually keep them between infrequent washings) and I see a piece of fuzz or fur on the front of them - with 2 dogs and 2 cats in the house, bits of fuzz and/or fur are pretty much everywhere, so I turn them around to flick it off and... it's not fuzz or fur, it's a spider.
A fucking spider. On what was once my favorite jeans. And now those jeans are now just a creepy pile of fabric and thread and they will remain on the floor until we move because there is no laundry detergent in the world that will ever get the spider cooties off of there.
Labels: first world problems