The other day I woke up at 5:30 in the morning to get a drink of water and as I sleepily passed through the living room I was startled by a strange man hanging out in our bean bag chair. I didn't scream, but apparently I jumped quite high. It turns out it was my brother and not a Utah variant of the Boston strangler. He had let himself in around 5 AM to sleep at our house. To be fair, 17 hours earlier he had let me know that he was driving down from Washington and (probably) planned to stay with us for a few days, but he did NOT tell me when to expect him and I had obviously not expected it to be right then.
Sheesh, the ONE time we don't lock the door at night, some creeper gets in.
2 Cool 2 Be 4gotten
2 weeks ago