Monday, October 18, 2010
On a completely different and yet somehow mildly related note (that being that I own all of the crazy in this house) I also told my dear husband that I feel confident that I will never be the victim of a serial killer. Hang on, there's a valid point here. As posted many times before, I love to read, and I am a huge fan of crime fiction. Agatha Christie to Karin Slaughter (yes that's her real name,) if it's got a good plot and great writing, I'm in. Ok, so even if the writings not fantastic I'll probably still read it. Anyway, Jeff prefers ghosts and hauntings (don't get me started on the whole Christian perspective on this, I'm still wading through this topic) and I happily go along with watching Ghost Adventures or some other such show with him, cause I'm telling you, ghosts are not the things that really scare me. Full disclosure - I do believe in Satan and demons, and that does scare the tar out of me. Ok, so here's the thing - what I've learned from my exhaustive reading on the subject of abject depravity in human beings, evil-minded folk, and the law is that those who follow a predictable routine are more in danger than those who don't. Ha! I've got those suckas beat! My children do not allow for such foolishness as routine! Some mornings I'm up at 5, others it's 6:15, some it's 7:45. Nightly dog walks may take place at 8, 9, or perhaps 11:13! Take that serial killers of Bella Vista - you'll never catch me.
I know. Even I feel sorry for my husband.