1. Have children.
2. Try not to get a lot of sleep. (Yes, I know, that statement is laughable.)
3. Go down into the basement to retrieve an old trunk one of your ex-boyfriends gave you many years ago (repainting it is going to be so, so delicious).
4. Notice the cob webs and crusty sacks of ick dangling from it. Clean the goo, making sure to shriek and flail around a bit. Trudge upstairs with it.
5. Congratulate yourself. You've got spiders and creepy crawly things on the brain. You're perfectly primed for the next step.
6. Get on your hands and knees so you can pull out all of your children's cars and trucks from underneath the train table (that's why you were in the basement retrieving the trunk. You can keep toys from copulating and multiplying if you hide them, right?)
7. Reach underneath the train table...deep into the darkness...feel around with your hands...don't forget about those crusty sacks of ick you just cleaned. Are you ready? Ready for that heart attack?
8. There we go! Leggy things! Right by your face! Scream! Scream bloody murder and clutch your heart! Scream so loud that your kid starts screaming too. Scream and scream some more!
9. Now stop. Look, see? They're not even moving. Blow on them to see if they scatter.
10. There you go. Your mental faculties are slowly coming back. Go ahead and flick that mammoth spider and his yellow side-kick around a little. Yah, stomp on them! They don't care. They're just rubber and plastic remnants from your kid's bug-themed fifth birthday party, you jackass. Nothing to fret about.
11. Sit down. It's only 9:45 but it's been a long morning. Make a mental note for next year's party theme: cute, fluffy bunnies and rainbows. What were thinking when you picked bugs? Kids' birthday parties are rotten enough without prolonging the mental agony.
12. While you're sitting down, try to decide on a paint color for that horrible trunk. What you thinking when you dated dandruff-in-eyebrows man? What?
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6 comments:
surely you will have a heart attack..
birthday party themes
GAH! GAH! GAH!
I hate ANYTHING with more than four legs.
GAH!
So disturbing.
Blah. I had a heart attack right along reading there with you... And I paint everything blue. :)
UGH! EEK! I just posted the other day about how I was out putting laundry on the line and when I found a GIANT spider, I was there frantically waving a blue plastic bag of recyclables around at it trying to knock it off.
awesome you're set for halloween. :)
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