Just a gratuitous baby photo to counteract the gross subject matter of the second paragraph

Just a gratuitous baby photo to counteract the gross subject matter of the second paragraph

Like much of this part of the world, we had a snow storm last night. My conservative estimate would be that about fifty million feet of snow fell overnight and into this morning, but it is currently sunny and the kids are at daycare and I have already accomplished most of my to-do list with an hour and twenty minutes left of childcare, so I am feeling the temporary satisfaction of actually being on top of things for once. I am also feeling cozy because I haven’t yet left the house today (Mike dropped off the kids this morning) but that feeling will also be temporary. Perhaps I should use the next hour and eighteen minutes to figure out the final details (okay, ALL of the details) of my get-rich-quick scheme, which will allow us to move to Hawaii, where I can post casually smug Facebook statuses like “Just got back from a 5K run along the ocean! Smoothie for breakfast, made with mangoes from our own tree. So blessed!” while the rest of the world shovels and grumbles and shivers.

Do you ever have a memory of something that wasn’t particularly traumatic at the time, but scares the stuffing out of you in hindsight? As I was trying to fall asleep a few weeks ago, my semi-conscious mind reminded me of the movie Arachnaphobia (thanks, brain! very conducive to sleep) which I have a vague memory of watching with my cousins many years ago. The IMDB tells me that movie was released in 1990, and assuming we watched it right away when it came out on video the following year, we watched it when we were 10 years old. I don’t remember being overly frightened by it at the time, but as I was lying in bed on the night I was thinking of it, I recalled a scene where a man was watching TV in the dark, eating popcorn out of a big bucket. The scene ended with one of the giant horrifying spiders crawling into the bucket, and when the scene returned to this man’s living room, he was dead and the giant horrifying spider CRAWLED OUT OF HIS NOSE. Incidentally, the trivia section on the movie’s IMDB page introduced me to the term “bird-eating tarantula” which might just be the most terrible combination of three words I can think of. I am not sure I am going to recover from this trauma.