not twenty minutes after that last post, i was making lunch in the kitchen, looked outside, and saw a strange middle aged, hawaiian shirt wearing, fattish, man walking through my backyard.
my first reaction- AHHH!! stomach drops, heart beat races, sympathetic nervous system activates, and i duck out of sight.
great. if someone ever does try to break into my house, i'm going to duck and hide? apparently i'm all about the flight, not the fight.
after i realize that the man is holding one of our for sale flyers and not a lethal weapon, i get really excited and stealthily watch him stare at our house. he walked all around, stood in front of the giant window, and stared inside for a few minutes, while i crouched behind the curtains, holding my breath...for some reason.
(it's my house, dang it! i shouldn't have to hide behind curtains. the sympathetic nervous system makes us do crazy things...)
the middle aged, fattish man did drive a brand new white corvette. maybe he's rich enough to buy our house?
and he should probably pay extra for those years he took off my life, skulking around my backyard like that.
dear corvette driving, stalking man: if you ever come across this post, i'm sorry for calling you fattish. and for that hawaiian shirt you were wearing.
between him and the young couple who parked in front of our house for 15 minutes the other night, i'm feeling all privacy slipping away.
haha that's so funny! when you said that he was wearing a hawaiian shirt, I thought that you were gonna bring your love for Hawaii and greet him with big smile but I like the suspense here. You are so hilarious! Glad that you are safe!
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