Monday, October 25, 2010
While I was blow drying my hair this morning that show kept replaying in my mind. We've lived in our home for 12 years and have never locked the front door except at night. It's unlocked all day, whether we're home or not.
My kids were all at school or work, my husband was gone and I was home alone. I heard a noise at the closed, but not locked, bedroom door. My heart stopped. I knew that was it. I was about to die.
I turned off the dryer, put on my robe (I wasn't going to be killed totally naked), grabbed my gun and slowly opened the door.
There was a crouched black figure there. I screamed and aimed. I almost shot my standard poodle. She was at the door tapping to get in. I caught my breath, grabbed her by the collar and went to lock the front door.
I went back to the room with my dogs and my gun. I locked the bedroom door. Then I took my dogs and my gun into the bathroom and locked that door.
With my vicious yorkie and my scary poodle at my feet and my .38 on the bathroom counter I finished getting ready for the day.
And my brother wants me to watch Shutter Island? I don't think so.