Til' Death Do us Part

One of my biggest fears came to pass yesterday, well only partially.

Here's some background. Devon wakes up pretty early in the morning and takes the bus to Salt Lake.

I usually get up a little later and go jogging. I'm always careful to lock the door behind me and take the spare key and stick it in my pocket of my sexy sweat pants. (can sexy and sweat pants go together). I once heard of an ucle who ruined Thanks Giving with his sweat pants.

Anyway,  when I returned from my jog (it was mostly walking) I found the door cracked open and the door handle was not locked. Now, I do have "pregnant brain" but I am 99.3% sure I locked the door and shut it. I was more freaked out than freaky friday. I decided to shut the door and call Devon before going in. I called him at work and had him stay on the phone as I walked through the appartment looking for Brian David Mitchell. Well, I couldn't find him or anyone else in the apparment and all our important things (my expensive jewelry) seemed to still be there. 

I hung up with Devon and decided I would take a shower. My mind began to go crazy and I remembered this time that Devon and I played "hide and seek" in our appartment and Devon looked everywhere and never found me wedged in-between the bed and the wall. I though, maybe Brian was wedged somewhere in my appartment and I just couldn't see him. So, I decided to pull out Devon's glock, put the clip in and cock it, making it ready to shoot. I also decided I was too freaked out to shower and that I would just do the "junior high gym class" thing. Remeber, the wet towel under the armpits?
Well, that was my shower.

I carried the gun around with me all morning, here we are together at breakfast.

It felt so much better carrying that thing around. I've thought about it in the past and wondered, could I really shoot someone? After that morning I realized, yup. I sure could. It's like when someone pops out and scares me and my immediate reaction is to slap them in the face (poor Devon). If someone were to break into my house... BANG! I think that would be the end of them. As long as me and Shirley are together. * Sorry Devon, I just named your gun. I've always wanted to name my daughter after Shirley Temple but Devon won't let me, so here's to naming his gun instead.

Needless to say, I made it safely to work and when I returned home and told Devon how I was too scared to shower, he let me know that Shirley is waterproof.

Cool, maybe next time Shirley.