So. I totally am 99% sure that I work with a dude that was a Detective on one of those CSI/ NCIS/ type shows. I can’t find any photos, and I’m pretty sure it’s illegal to sneak up and take a photo of him to post on the internet, so you’re going to have to take my word on it.
He’s like a compact/ shortish Mexican dude, with a moustache and soul patch, and salt and pepper hair… Is it driving you crazy that I can’t remember his name? Because it’s definitely driving me crazy.
Ugh. Yet another reason I should get the internet at home – so that I can stalk perfectly nice strangers who look a little bit like someone B-List famous.
So I had a good weekend, except for the bit where I got out of bed at dawn to tend to the mental cat’s need to screw with my sleep in. I put on my fluffy purple robe, let the cat out, fed him, and then sat on the couch, absently brushing my hand down across my robe when I feel something malevolent and cold.
Yeah. A massive black hairy spider. ON ME. Cue massive panic, and the fastest strip tease in front of an open sliding door you’ll see in… like… EVER. So then I was standing there naked punching the crap out of my favorite fluffy robe, and nearly crying, because dudes and dudettes? That was my favorite robe. And now I can never wear it again, because it has large hairy spider guts on it.
It wasn’t even the usual kind, with the long legs, and the weird spindly way of walking, it was far and evil looking. I can almost deal with the big skinny brown ones, because they have these sort of cute curly mouth things, and they look like they’re tripping over their own legs when they walk, but the black spider? That was freaking scary. Ack.
Please excuse me, I need to go check my hair for spiders. Is anyone else feeling crawling things on their backs? No? Just me?
Ok. I’m good.
So after the freak out, I go back to bed (after inspecting my room, shaking out the blankets and yelling at the cat for once again not doing his duty as resident hunter.) and ten minutes later the landlords show up to work sheep in the run outside my cottage. Thank god it wasn’t any earlier.
Oh! I found him! I totally work with Detective Ray Curtis from law and Order. Or his twin brother. Or his cousin twice removed. I’m totally getting an autograph.