I have always been a little paranoid about intruders coming into my apartment or being in my apartment when I come home and Brad is not with me or at work or wherever. I even sometimes think in my mind what I would do if I were ever caught in that situation. I don't obsess over this paranoia, but it is something I think on to kind of "prepare" myself mentally. Just in case.
Anywho. Today I returned to my apartment thinking about what I needed to in the 1 1/2 hours I had until Brad got home from his quick trip to Houston. I start walking to my bedroom when I heard a door open.... in my bedroom... and froze. SOO many thoughts came to my head. I was hoping it was maintenance, but I hadn't put in a work order. I thought through an escape method and started to back up towards the front door and was about to "calmly" yell, "Excuse me, but what do you think you are doing in my home! Get Out!" when Brad steps out of the bathroom with a big grin on his face. He had caught an earlier flight and was home 2 hours early!
Needless to say I was shocked/relieved/confused/surprised/happy all at once, and I am sure the look on my face was priceless. Too bad Brad didn't have his camera ready.
5 comments:
hahaha...that's a great story! I have the same thoughts sometimes. Especially like tonight. I'm doing the laundry, which is outside and around the corner...kind of a dark little walk. And I think, what would I do if some weirdo was out here? Hahahah. We're in a good part of town, so not a serious concern :)
Oh that is so scary. I'm glad it was Brad not someone else!
Oh, my gosh... i would have punched Tim!
I think about those same things all. the. time. Sometimes I psych myself out and jump at the slightest noises... Ben came home for lunch one day and found Lucas playing on the floor while I was going to the bathroom. I definitely keep my door locked during the day now :)
Hide your kids! Hide your wife!
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