As I rinsed my empty coffee cup, for the seventh time today, I happened to spy a tiny, nearly imperceptible spider who looked elated. He couldnt contain the excitement - his shaking legs sent ripples through the fine threads of the web with each eager step.
I poured number eight and somewhere around the center of the silken sahara, a plump gnat was going down for the third time. Congratulations tiny spider, I thought to myself.
I've always liked spiders, they live a decent life.
As I was walking away from the sink, I heard a small voice say (clear as day, mind-you),"Mike! Can you believe it? I got him! I caught old 2-ton!"
I spun around clockwise, of course, to see if my eyes would agree with my ears on this one (Whenever I spin, I do it clockwise, it's my favorite - counterclockwise...never really cared for it). Anyway, the moment I reached 180 degrees, my coffee cup smashed against the wall, in an instant I was left with a lonely handle gripped tightly between the first three fingers of my right hand and a highly insulted right leg.
Peace - Rev. Mike
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