The creepy apartment.

Last night I was so exhausted. Tired from the week & busy-ness & some stress. 

So Wes was wanting me to cuddle with him on the family room floor after we watched some Criminal Minds.  I didn't want to because I was about to pass out standing up, so I went to the bathroom to wash my face.  When I was back in the bedroom the little fan puller started swinging crazily.  It always freaks me out when it does this. I was tired though & was freaking myself out about some sort of creepy ghost. Yeah, don't judge. So I called for Wes, but he was faking asleep in the family room, unaware that I was terrified. So I started washing my face & my imagination was going wild. I was freaked out that our shower curtain was closed, I was freaked out about pretty much everything.  Wes always loves to scare me, so I was preparing myself that he'd come in & grab me. So, I was on edge preparing myself.  Then he came in & cat-called at me.  Totally innocent & what he does all the time. but I was so scared the sound freaked me out, so I turned around and started screaming, terrified & then he started screaming because I had mascara all over my face & it freaked him out that I screamed. & it scared me even more. So I wiped my eyes on a towel & started crying & it was a huge mess. Seriously, after I had calmed down I felt like I was going to throw up.  I was not laughing about it last night.  But holy cow, every time I think of it this morning I'm dying laughing.  Just in case you didn't know, I kind of have a wild imagination.

I'm thankful for my calm & never-scared husband. He is so sweet & patient & understanding when I get terrified & jump at my own shadow. He rocks.

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