So, my Sunday started off pretty average. I woke up, ate a bowl of cereal, went to Starbucks for a latte and hit up Bed, Bath & Beyond to look for a curtain panel for my guest room.
I ended up with this Nicole Miller Chateau panel in blush, which I used a $10 off $30 coupon. FYI - BB&B coupons never expire even though they have an expiration date on them.
|I got the curtain to block light and sound for when my nephew naps. I wasn't sure how I felt about the panel pulled to one side look, it has grown on me. What do y'all think?|
After I got caught up on Real Housewives NYC (Was Sonja serious with that burlesque poem? Insert me giving her major side eye from my couch.) Watch What Happens Live and Teen Mom, I decided to start some laundry and pick the crack den up a little before Big Brother started.
Any other Big Brother fans out there? Hands up!! Jeff and Jordan aka "JeJo" aka my favorite BB players ever are back in the game and I could not be more excited about it:
|[via] LOVE them.|
Now, let's fastforward to around 10:15 p.m. shall we? There I was minding my own business watching Diane Sawyer's Primetime Interview Special with Jaycee Duggard when BAM! An unidentified object slams into my patio window.
First thought: "Umm, ok Lindsey ... don't panic. I'm sure it's nothing."
Second thought: "WHAT IF THERE IS AN INTRUDER CREEPING ON THE PATIO TRYING TO BREAK IN? GET YOUR PHONE IN CASE YOU NEED TO DIAL 911, GRAB SOME KNIFES AND HIDE."
I mean, literally this could not have happened at a worse time. I'm sitting in the dark watching a story about a kidnapped girl who was held against her will for years. I was convinced I was about to become the next Jaycee Duggard. With a flashlight, my phone set to dial 911 and these in hand:
Oh, but wait ... who is the shirtless, tatted up man pacing back and forth in the parking lot? Awesome. Why was he shirtless (shirt in his hand) and why was he pacing back and forth?? Questions I still don't know the answer to.
After an hour of me crouched in the dark keeping an eye on this freak, he finally disappeared. I baracaded myself in with my barstools at the doors (just in case) and went to bed. The moral of the story is, I watch way too many real-life crime stories and I've decided I need a gun. I hope your Sunday didn't involve any questionable characters & let's hope no unidentified objects get thrown at my window tonight. The end!