I must let everyone know. This is something so big that it must be shared, not simply yelled downstairs from my bedroom to Frank, although that’s exactly what I did.
“You would be so proud of me!”
Silence. I think everyone in this house is used to ignoring me. I went on.
“There was a spider. I didn’t make you come running upstairs to slay it. I did it all by myself!’
Then I ran down the stairs. Apparently Frank didn’t realize the gravity of the situation. I got right in his face.
“I killed it. All by myself. I squashed the evil spider.”
Finally something. Frank laughed & praised my slaying skills.
Yes, I know I named my daughter after St. Theresa and she didn’t kill the spiders but I’m no saint. I am an evil bug killer and I bet only my house has conversations like this.