Last night, I got home at 10:30 p.m. from my evening classes.
The house was dark, my brother was out and the front door was un-locked.
I watch WAY too much Criminal Minds to not be freaked out by this situation.
I grabbed a steak knife and checked all the upstairs rooms.
I also left a shoe next to the basement door so that if I heard THAT move, I’d be out of there.
I also jumped when my bread popped out of the toaster.
I also hung out with the steak knife next to me all night.
Clearly, I didn’t sleep very well last night and slept in until 9 this morning. Before he left last night, my brother left two peices of bread out that became completely stale by the time I found them. I was in the middle of writing him an angry note, because that’s how we communicate in this house, but instead I made french toast with them for breakfast and didn’t share. Take that!