There are very few things that make me laugh til I cry. Now, I will snort like I’m rootin’ for truffles all day long, but to make me cry? Well, that’s just a special gift. If you’re one of the few, you know you have the golden ticket to eternity, right? Congratulations.

Anyway, I found this site yesterday through a friend. The first post I read was funny and made me chuckle. I loved the style of the art work and her voice so I thought I’d skim through some of her past posts. I started with the her Best Of list. I scrolled down and found a post on Spiders. Now, if you know me at all, you know how I feel about spiders. The only thing that remotely compares to my spider fear (they are all out to kill you) is my fear of clowns (they are also out to kill you) and if spiders and clowns ever got together? I would die on the spot. OMG. Seriously. I just had a panic attack at the thought.

Anyway, Allie and I apparently share a brain when it comes to spiders:

Spiders are scary. It’s okay to be afraid of them.

Go. Read the post. Then come back here…if you can. Because Trust Me. I couldn’t leave her website after I read that. I AM NOW ADDICTED TO ALLIE BROSH. IS THERE A 7 STEP PROGRAM TO PULL ME AWAY FROM THIS WEBSITE? 2 STEPS? Anything? Anyone? Bueller?
Okay, the spiders are funny. And I won’t even talk about how one time I was chased by a wolf spider in my own home. Fishdog was in Chicago on business and I actually CALLED him to tell him that when I was found dead it was because I was chased down and eaten by a wolf spider. Because they are part wolf and they do eat humans. I don’t care what you say. I also won’t tell you about how I carried a baseball bat around with me all night. And that I brutally bludgeoned that wolf spider before it got me first. TRUE STORY. (that I didn’t tell you about)
Anyway, you’re back, right? Okay, cuz now I’m going to send you back to the website to read the BEST POST EVER ON THIS EARTH. I mean, if I’m telling you it is THE BEST POST EVER ON THIS EARTH then you know it is. Right? Right.
The Alot is better than you at everything.

I have been known to abuse Alot and as an English major and a writer, I know better. Just like I know All Right is two words yet I write Alright all the time. Just like I know I’m not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition yet I find myself asking stuff like “Where’s my deoderant at?” constantly. (and for the record, if I ask you where my deoderant is at and you answer BETWEEN THE “A” AND THE “T.” you are likely to get a skillet to the head. Consider yourself warned.)
Anyway, I just had to share my new obsession with you. I hope you find it as awesome as I do.
Hyperbole and a Half is the Epic of Awesome.