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Complete transparency.

I don’t care that my face looks tired, puffy and that this is one of the most unflattering photos I have ever taken.  

What I do care about is what is under that shoe!!



Yes! That is me driving the truck, which I’m not a fan of driving anyway because it’s SOOO big compared to my RAV4, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding a shoe on the “ceiling”.

What, pray tell, is lurking in between the sole of said shoe and the fabric of the roof of the truck?...A SPIDER!!!!

And not just any spider but an actual spider and not a leaf flying in my window in the Arby’s drive through, yes that’s happened with the same freak out that just occurred.  Mattie you can just hush. 

This spider was the size of the shoe! OK, maybe more like a pencil eraser but it was EVIL.  Black and beady eyed, I think it had extra legs, and it only crawled above my head and randomly down the sun visor to stare and me and fake out a jump or two.  

And let’s talk about my passenger! My son, he was NO HELP!  He just laughed, got as close to his door as possible and at one point tried to jump in back!  I mean where is the gratitude that I gave you LIFE!!!

So, I stole his shoe, and drove down the road with one hand on the steering wheel, one hand hoping I was crushing the devil incarnate, one eye on the road and the other making sure the spider didn’t slip out from my death hold.  

For 8 of the longest minutes of my life!!!

Obviously I’m alive but I promise it was touch and go. 

In conclusion, the spider went to the bad place and tears of fear and rejoice may have been shed. 

And I won’t be driving the truck again....for a very long time.


I’ll be back soon! (Once I’ve recovered) 

~Courtney 

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