Okay, so back in November around Thanksgiving I found a real crime book at my moms house, and I started reading it. I became addicted quickly, and couldn't put it down. So when I finished, what did I do?? I got on Amazon and bought a million more...okay more like 6. Anyway, crime books+Melanie=major scaredy cat. So then, I decided to take a self defense class, where we learned that prowlers could be lurking on every corner, and I got myself a handy little Kubaton, which I like to refer to as "the dagger". The combination of the books and the class and the dagger basically turned me into a freak. Every time I would go out to my car (even during daylight) I thought surely someone was hiding in, under, or around the car ready to kill me. At night I was scared too. We had lost a cell phone and one night around midnight it started beeping every 30 seconds. I didn't know it was the cell beeping, and with it only beeping once every 30 seconds, it was hard to locate... so what did I think it could be? Yep, a bomb. So I wake Chris up and I'm like "I need your help finding the beeping noise" and my not so happy husband, gets out of bed and we're looking all over for like 30 minutes until finally we find it inside the piano. That was the night Chris demanded that I stop reading real crime, and I quickly agreed. Things have been so much better since then. I worry way less but still vigilant about safety. Chris doesn't really know yet but I just started reading about Ted Bundy so we'll see what happens, but I just thought anyone reading this would like to know that I am part mom, part wife, part weirdo.
