Super freaked, super freaked, I’m super freaked out.
Before I get to why I’m singing my own version of that song, let me just say that I’m reading your comments and visiting your blogs. But, I still have no computer and no idea how on earth to comment with this crackberry. One more week and I should be back. Thanks for bearing with me.
Hubs had to go back up to our old house to clear everything else out and to finish out a job, so he was only here with us for slightly over 48 hours.
The boys and I are on our own. Not really that big of a deal.
Well, except for at night, like now.
We are staying in a gorgeous house, right on the beach-don’t hate- it’s only for 6 months while we look for a “real” place to live and that place won’t be anywhere near as nice as this one unless we hit the lottery.
Anyway, the reason that we are able to stay here is because this little town is practically dead in the off-season so the people who own this house figure that they’d rather get some sort of compensation during these 6 months than nothing at all.
During the day, we can look out and see people walking or fishing on the beach, though not many.
But, at night, when I look out the window and don’t see any lights on in any of the houses around us, I get freaked out. It’s like something out of a horror movie.
No one is around to hear us scream.
I imagine some crazy man walking along the beach, looking for houses that have lights on and planning his attack.
The doors are locked, but why not break in? No one else will hear.
When Hubs was here, we slept with the sliding door to the deck open so that we could fall asleep to the sound of the ocean.
No freaking way when he isn’t here, though.
Nevermind, I can’t keep going with all my freaked out thoughts or I’ll never be able to sleep tonight.