I may never walk barefoot in my house again - ever

Now that we are having nice weather, I ditch the shoes AND the socks when I get home. I enjoy being barefoot in my house.

You will almost never see me with my fingernails painted, but I love, love, love my painted toenails. It's tough to make feet pretty, but painted toenails gets us closer.

Yes, I like to look at my painted toenails - don't judge.

Today was no exception; when I got home from work, off went the sandals! My pretty red toenails and I had a joyful night until....

...something dreadful happened.

After spending hours sitting on my backside getting advice about which stupidphone I should get (yes, friends, I'm finally moving into the 21st century), I needed to use the facilities.

I set aside my laptop and strode to the restroom - through the kitchen, past the eat-in dinette, across the garage entryway/pantry area, through the laundry to my final destination.

However, along the way, in front of the pantry, I stepped on something. It was soft, but firm, not cold, not sharp and a decent enough size that I instantly knew I did not want to put my full weight on it.

Lifting my foot, I quickly brushed whatever it was away and continued to the potty. I needed to go!

As I was taking care of business, I started to think about what I just stepped on.

"Huh. What was that?" I said out loud. Eewww....maybe it was a pug poop. As gross as that would be, I have bleach for the floor and my foot washes; I could deal with that.

After finishing up and washing my hands (please people, wash your hands after your done going!), I went in search of the mystery item.

There was nothing there. NOTHING. So I turned on all the lights to do a better search. Still nothing.

OK. What's with that? What could feel like that and disappear with no sign within a few minutes?

OH MY WORD. A sinking, sickening thought came worming into my brain. Last night, my hubby killed a large, black spider that was scurrying across that exact same area.

He said it "popped" when he squished it. The thought makes me queasy.

I think I stepped on a spider, didn't kill it, and it ESCAPED.

So, I may never walk barefoot in my house again - ever.

OK. I'm going to go barf now. Bleh.

Psalm 23:1-6 (ESV)

1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters.
3 He restores my soul.He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Source: Biblegateway.com

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