Last night, Camaron was gone at a meeting and I had the apartment to myself. I decided to use this free time to call one of my friends from home who I hadn't talked to in a while.
Oh, it was so great.
I love catching up with friends. We were gabbing about new and exciting things in our lives and as she was telling me a story, I suddenly heard a faint, odd noise. It kind of sounded like a phone going off.
Did Camaron forget his phone?
That was not Camaron's phone.
It was my Justin Beiber toothbrush going off in the bathroom at the back of the apartment. I thought that was funny for a second, but then I panicked.
Why was my toothbrush going off?
Is there a creeper hiding in the bathroom and he accidentally bumped my musical toothbrush?
I remember thinking to myself how glad I was that I was still dressed (incase I had to suddenly flee from the apartment as soon as this freaky creeper popped out). I decided to play it cool so the creeper wouldn't know I knew he was there. I kept on with the phone conversation and laughed and had a good ole time. I eventually forgot all about being scared
...until my toothbrush went off again.
Oh my goodness. He must want me to go into the bathroom to investigate the noise and then he'll pounce! I looked at my bedroom door and thought I could run and hide in there
-except the door has no lock.
Finally, Camaron came home.
I finished up my call (2 hours mind you. Only the few and the proud get that from me), then told Cam about my irrational fears and made him check out the bathroom. All was clear. But I am so getting a new toothbrush. Sorry JB, but the two heart attacks you gave me just weren't worth it.
Who else has irrational night fears?
p.s. The winner of the beautiful photograph giveaway is...
Satu from Indie by Heart!!!
Congrats girl!!! I'll have Amy send you an email so you can let her know what photograph you'd like:)