This is my friend Shellie - and her adorable little baby, Avery. Matt and I met Shellie and her hubby Scott at Pepperdine Law School and have shared some really memorable moments with them: Scott smacking by butt, Matt drinking Shellie's breast milk . . . (out of a bottle), our crazy Mexico trip with Ricky Bobby (aka Ryan #2), and - sorry Shellie, I have to mention it - my glorious arm wrestling triumph! - to name a few.
Our most recent "memorable moment" involves the creatures that I am most terrified of . . . SPIDERS!! Many of you know of my fear of spiders . . .it began when I was stuck helplessly in one of those awful kiddie swings - the ones that act like a giant rubber strait jacket diaper. Yeah, I was stuck in one of those and a huge spider came crawling up my leg, and there was nothing I could do about it. My fear was later heightened by my cousins holding me down, making me watch Arachnophobia. I have never gotten over my phobia. . .
So, I called up Shellie one day as I was heading home from work - just to check in, see how she was doing . . . she was distraught. The spider pictured below had somehow landed on her neck when she opened her laundry room door, biting her twice, before she was able to swipe it off and kill it with Raid. I headed over to her house and was able to muster up the courage to scoop the evil predator off the floor and take numerous up-close pictures of the disgusting creature. I stayed brave the whole night until I was taking out the bag of trash and another spider - not nearly the same size, but a spider nonetheless - crawled onto my hand. I freaked out. Poor Shellie. She was already shaken up enough. Pretty sure the spiders were out to get us . . . How's that for a real life Arachnophobia!!?
