It’s day 13 of the blog every day in May challenge. Today I must issue a public apology.
I think it would be appropriate if I issued a public apology to Walker because now that we are living together things can get complicated and manifest in weird ways.
It’s day 7 of the blog every day in May. The prompt today is: The thing(s) you are most afraid of.
I really can’t imagine that everyone’s answer to this question is much different. Of course I’m afraid of things day to day but at the very heart and core of my fear is death. I’m afraid of heights because if you fall from a long way up the outcome isn’t good. I’m afraid of deep water because one could drowned. I’m afraid of extreme adventure sports because something could so easily go wrong. I’m afraid of car accidents and plane crashes. I’m afraid of cancer and heart attacks.
What’s even scarier sometimes is that if none of these tragic things happen and we live to be really old we will all still die one day. All the people I love one day will die. I think this thought for me comes up daily. It’s a quick passing thought and it makes me extremely sad but I let it go. I feel like at this level we can all relate.
What is your biggest fears?
{Disclaimer: If you’re scared of bugs and stories about them being all up in your personal space then maybe don’t read this post. Otherwise if you enjoy the misfortune of others and funny after the fact stories please keep reading.}
Last week Walker and I went shopping for groceries and I was all set to buy the pre-washed and ready to use spinach when Walker insisted instead we buy the bunched spinach that’s covered in sand and dirt but overall would save us some money. In my mind, since I’ve been doing all the cooking lately, I would rather have it be a little easier than cheaper. We compromised that if he washed the spinach we could get the needs to be washed spinach.
Last night for dinner I needed the spinach washed so Walker took care of that and I made dinner. So far so good. Then today I reheated the leftovers and was enjoying them when I felt a rock like thing in my mouth. Ah ha! Walker didn’t wash the spinach well enough and there were 2 little rocks in my food. I put them on the counter to show him the error of his ways when he got home. Still overall not so bad since I didn’t break a tooth or anything.
I continued eating while catching up on a tv show. I put the fork to my mouth and took a bite and crunch. For a split second I thought maybe I had bitten into a cardamom pod (it was a curry like dish) and considered eating it. But then I remembered there were no cardamom pods in the dish, no whole spices at all for that matter. I removed the “spice” from my mouth to discover that I had just chewed a STINKBUG! Ah!
I made some really unhappy sounds, spit all the food from my mouth into the sink, rinsed quickly, ran to the bathroom while trying not to be sick, brushed my teeth furiously, and then tried to calm down a bit. I attempted to confront the bug again that I just chewed a little but got the creeps so I did what any angry, sick to my stomach girlfriend might do. I immediately called Walker to blame him for this having happened and confirm that next time we’d be buying the pre-washed, ready to eat spinach!
I have one more creepy story for you but maybe I’ll save it for next week. Creepy, crawly stories part 2? If you have a creep story I’d love to hear it! We can commiserate together.