facing my fears

this year, for fathers day, i decided to treat my dad to a date night... a little tennis and dinner at one of his favorite restaurants that i kind of hate. aren't i a good daughter?

... ahem, until you consider that i missed father's day cause i wanted to visit friends out of town. but we won't talk about that.

anyway, i thought it sounded like a nice gift... and so did he... until he came up with a "better" idea.

dad: how about instead of tennis and dinner you come over and help me redo our deck

*insert sarcasm*
yeah-ha! what fun!

but, what the hey. it's for father's day... which i missed.

plus i like myself some hard core construction (really, i do) so bring it on!

one problemo.

it was covered in thick, nasty spider webs!!!!!

oh goodness. we kept ripping up boards to reveal thicker and bigger webs. gag!

thankfully there were only a few spiders, and not terribly huge ones. but just knowing they had been there and were probably coming back made me want to cry.

did i mention i'm slightly afraid of spiders?

but did i do it? yes i did! even after dark!!!

and did i scream?

the whole way.*

nothing like facing your fears with style.


*that's an exaggeration... still, the amount of screaming/whimpering was considerable