It was a couple nights ago and I don't remember much about it except we had skis in hands and were climbing over some rocks. Next thing I know, she picks up a spider off these rocks, (which I'm absolutely terrified of, the spiders, not the rocks.) and starts to look at it. I don't remember ANYTHING else, but who knows what else it consisted of.
Originally posted by Telephil It was a couple nights ago and I don't remember much about it except we had skis in hands and were climbing over some rocks. Next thing I know, she picks up a spider off these rocks, (which I'm absolutely terrified of, the spiders, not the rocks.) and starts to look at it. I don't remember ANYTHING else, but who knows what else it consisted of.
Originally posted by Telephil It was a couple nights ago and I don't remember much about it except we had skis in hands and were climbing over some rocks. Next thing I know, she picks up a spider off these rocks(which I'm absolutely terrified of, the spiders, not the rocks.) and starts to look at it. I don't remember ANYTHING else, but who knows what else it consisted of.
I can't say I know what else occurred, Phil, but from a Freudian angle, it sounds like you might have some issues to resolve concerning chicks who rip and play with spiders.
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