Monday, June 11, 2012
crashing noises in the night
Last night while David was gone and Lolly was sleeping Judah and I were reading in bed when we heard stuff being thrown around in the kitchen really loudly. Instead of calling the police I called David in the studio (miracle that he answered) and told him that robbers were ransacking our house and could he please come home and scare them away. Judah and I huddled together hoping that the serial killers wouldn’t think to look for us (“I hope the doorknob doesn’t turn”) when David finally came home and found the eggs I’d left boiling on the stove had exploded all over the kitchen. The house smells really great now and I feel really smart. I should be on “I Shouldn’t Be Alive”!