Tonight I was sending a text message to someone when this lovely piece of string was ever so gently lowered right in front of my phone screen. Yes, I screamed. And I threw my phone against the wall. (Luckily the phone still works.) This is what I typed as the screaming and throwing of the phone commenced: juki
This is the meaning of juki: What goes around, comes around and you will get yours later.
And this is what happened later:
The maker of the awesome string spider, Elizabeth, was standing in the hall when she noticed a real spider coming directly at her.
"Get it! Get it!" she said, "A spider, Dad, get it!"
"You get it," Phil said.
"No you get it," she said. She was getting a little hysterical by now.
Phil smacked the spider with a book. When he removed the book the dazed spider put on a burst of speed, closing the distance to Elizabeth.
"GET IT! GET IT!" She screamed. She has a fine pair of lungs. I was in the bedroom and my ears are still ringing.
Phil smacked the spider again. Now the spider had a drunken gait but his legs worked remarkably well.
"Getitgetitgetit. DAD, GET IT!"
He smacked it with the book again and this time it's wounds were critical. It either died or was in a leg-sticking-out-at-odd-angles coma.
Phil took the book and gently edged it under the oddly-leg-sticking-out maybe dead spider and tried to flick it at Elizabeth.
She went ballistic. Not that she wasn't before, but this time it was a real agitated, wildly, arm flinging fit.
He tried to flick it at her again and her eyes crossed, she called for me, just like when she was four and her siblings were teasing, "MO-O-O-O-O-O-O-M!
And then she ran in the bathroom and slammed the door, and that is why "juki" is my new favorite word.
This is the meaning of juki: What goes around, comes around and you will get yours later.
And this is what happened later:
The maker of the awesome string spider, Elizabeth, was standing in the hall when she noticed a real spider coming directly at her.
"Get it! Get it!" she said, "A spider, Dad, get it!"
"You get it," Phil said.
"No you get it," she said. She was getting a little hysterical by now.
Phil smacked the spider with a book. When he removed the book the dazed spider put on a burst of speed, closing the distance to Elizabeth.
"GET IT! GET IT!" She screamed. She has a fine pair of lungs. I was in the bedroom and my ears are still ringing.
Phil smacked the spider again. Now the spider had a drunken gait but his legs worked remarkably well.
"Getitgetitgetit. DAD, GET IT!"
He smacked it with the book again and this time it's wounds were critical. It either died or was in a leg-sticking-out-at-odd-angles coma.
Phil took the book and gently edged it under the oddly-leg-sticking-out maybe dead spider and tried to flick it at Elizabeth.
She went ballistic. Not that she wasn't before, but this time it was a real agitated, wildly, arm flinging fit.
He tried to flick it at her again and her eyes crossed, she called for me, just like when she was four and her siblings were teasing, "MO-O-O-O-O-O-O-M!
And then she ran in the bathroom and slammed the door, and that is why "juki" is my new favorite word.
4 comments:
i love your phil!!!!
She deserves that and SOOO much more. I've never liked her. Also, I never teased her.
the end.
HAHAHA! That story is amazing!
i will definitely be dropping juki..
Love the story!! We have people in our house that go ballistic over spiders too, but they don't usually deserved to be scared.
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