Today, Hubs and I were driving in the car, on the way home from the grocery store…
Me: I’ve been having really vivid dreams lately. Like with babies and spiders.
Hubs: I’m sure you’re just tired. You’ve had a lot going on lately.
Me: No. Really. I’ve been dreaming a lot about spiders. And we had a baby in my dream last night.
Hubs totally changed the subject, and after a little while he swatted at empty air in front of him…like a ninja driver.
Me: What are you doing?
Hubs: It felt like a spider web just blew into my face.
Me: Huh. Well, your car is probably infested with black widow spiders and they’re building nests and webs in your car.
Hubs: Don’t be silly, black widows can’t live in a car. It’s too hot in Florida.
Me: Yes they can, I read it on the internet. And you probably have a bunch of spider nests in your golf stuff, so the eggs hatched in your car, and now your car is infested. And oh-my-gawd, my dream was a premonition!
Hubs: Don’t be silly. Your dreams are just dreams. I mean, we sure as hell aren’t going to have a baby.
Me: Duh…when you dream about a baby it means death. Holy shit, I’m itchy now.
Hubs (laughing): You’re being a weirdo. Maybe your dream meant that I’m gonna die from a black widow bite.
Me: STOP. That’s not even funny.
About an hour after we got home I heard Hubs rumbling around in the garage…so I looked out the window, and he was hosing down his golf equipment.