You know those kind of days where you buy a vintage metal chair from a kind old lady on Facebook and the chair is perfect and it will exactly match your three other vintage metal chairs and all it needs is a nice coat of cerulean blue paint to pop and it’ll look great on your deck then it turns out that the chair has a spider sack on the bottom of it filled with like 1000 spider eggs that were exactly ready to hatch today and then you come back to your car a little while later and there is literally spiderwebs across the entire backseat each with a little tiny spider and there’s just hundreds of spiders running around your car and there’s nothing you could do about it because they’re microscopic and your car is filled with tools? And then you have an hour and 40 minute drive ahead of you and you just know those tiny microscopic spiders are crawling on you and probably down your shirt?
Those kind of days are not my favorite.
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