My hubs is out of town.
His grandpa passed away on Sunday afternoon, so he drove home (to Alabama) yesterday morning.
I have exams this week, so I am flying to Alabama on Thursday night.
We will be apart for 4 days and 3 nights.
I've never had to stay in our house by myself, so last night was definitely....
Yes. I am a chicken!
For some reason when I turn on the TV, it seems to ALWAYS be on some kind of investigation.
This girl was minding her own business when all of a sudden...
she disappeared, or she was kidnapped, or she was murdered, or some strange man came up to her and licked her elbow.
And of course I can't change the channel.
So I sit there.
With my eyes as big as saucers.
And say things like, "oooo," "oh my gosh," "what if a guy hides under my car," "where's my mace,"
and so on.
Last night, my mom asked me if I wanted to stay with them so I wouldn't have to be alone.
(note that when she gave me that invitation, it was during daylight hours)
Noooooo. Mom, I am a married woman....I can handle it.....I'm not scared...pshhh.
And then it got dark outside.
And this chick's brain immediately went to a scary place.
I decided to make rounds...with mace in hand and brave pup by my side.
I made sure all of the windows and doors were locked.
I made sure all of the floors (underneath the beds), closets, and showers were uninhabited.
I made sure EVERY light in the house was on.
Then I went to
One of the noises, I heard, was a scratching sound on the bedroom window...and I was certain that it was a scary, red eyed, drooling, stringy haired, killer.
The last time I looked at the clock, it was 2 in the morning...and I was praying and singing
One night down,
only two more to go.