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the light is staying on

Did anyone catch Wheel of Fortune tuesday night? The guy who won is one of our church friends. Which makes me practically famous now. He had a big party, and channel 2 news came and everything. And today, I got to go retrieve his big bowl of mostly gone chicken salad from the clubhouse refrigerator before the punk kid who cleans could throw it away. Like I said, practically famous.

Husband is mad at me because I'm staying up late to work again tonight (shhhh, don't tell him I'm blogging.) Mostly the reason that he's mad is because I have been staying up really late the past few nights and haven't been turning the light off when I go to bed.

Wanna know why?

Because it creeps me out.

I hate the dark. And if I turn off the light downstairs I have to take like 4 steps to get to the stairs. And we have a stair light, but there is a shadow on the bottom few steps, and so that adds like another giant go-up-three-stairs-in-one-step to the previously mentioned 4 steps. And do you know what can get you in those few steps in the dark?

LOTS OF THINGS.

I'm telling you, it's creepy.

Of course, I never scare myself with things like foam pieces and beeping watches or anything. I'm totally sane when it comes to things of the creepy nature. It's just that THEY'RE OUT THERE, MAN. (And when I say "they" I mean general monster/ghoulish dark loving things.)

So tonight, right before I started "working" on this post, I had this conversation with Husband:

H: Goodnight...and could you please turn the light off tonight?
M: Goodnight...and nope.
H: Why do you keep leaving it on?
M: Because it's too creepy with it off.
H: Then turn the stair light on.
M: I do.
H: And then just run up the stairs.
M: I do.
H: So why can't you turn it off?
M: Because it's creepy.
H: Why can't you just turn lights off like a normal adult?

Silly Husband, he thinks I'm an adult.

Also, the light will be left on again tonight. Because I don't know if you picked up on this or not, but turning it off is just creepy.

Comments

LisAway said…
I thought lights were invented so it doesn't ever have to be dark, like in the olden days. Even when everyone's sleeping. What is your husband thinking.
Still cracking me up...
Claire said…
See, I would just leave it on now to annoy him. Even if I found the courage to turn the light off, I wouldn't. Or maybe that's just the mood I'm in. But to know that something like that really annoys him.. well. I'd just revel in it.
That Girl said…
I still totally run up the basement stairs.

Creepy creeps.
wenderful said…
You need one of those switches that you can stick anywhere. Have you seen the infomercial? They look quite handy.
Just popped over from Annie's blog.
I'm in Idaho too Any chance we're neighbor-ish?
HA I'm glad to hear that I'm not the only one that is still way scared of the dark even in 5 steps! I have to sleep with a little bit of a light on or the TV on Mute when Jaron is gone cause I'm to scared. lol So you can tell Jeremy that it runs in the family

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