Don't judge me!
But, Mac may have run out to get us milkshakes at 1030pm tonight.
And I may have been upstairs watching my newest guilty pleasure show Bunheads, when I heard what i assumed was Mac's car alarm beep.
Then, I heard a light tap on the front door. Again, assuming it was Mac, I got off the bed and went to open the door. Thinking Mac had his hands full with our milkshakes.
Our staircase sits nicely right next to the door. So I was able to stand on a couple stairs, open the door a sliver and say what may have been the most awesome thing I've ever said before when opening the door in the dark.
"We don't have a peephole, are you a killer?"
Again, I was assuming it was Mac on the other side.
Instead, it was some guy looking for a Trudy, or was it Shey, but obviously not me. He stumbled through the name, I was too busy laughing when I realized it was not my husband on the other side of the door, and he disappeared into the night again.
The funniest part is, when I told Mac about it, he asked me why I didn't ask if he was a sex criminal (Big Bang Theory, for those of you confused).
Is it weird that I now WANT someone to knock on the door, so I can answer it with all kinds of fucked up sayings??