Peep Hole

It was about 7:30pm last night, I had just resigned myself to the couch for the evening after saying my goodbyes to Jake and Lexi, as they were headed off on a Spring Break camping trip with a good friend. I was exploring my feelings about being totally alone (Which resulted in me taking this personality test this morning: http://www.personalitypage.com/ENFJ.html), and totally bored, when there was some super loud banging on my front door.

Now, I have become accustomed to always having at least Jake or Lexi around as my protectors. With both of them gone, I was feeling rather vulnerable about being alone for the night...without even my uber-friendly golden retriever around to 'protect' me from the unknown thumps and bumps in the night.

To make matters worse, the peep-hole on our front door is definitely taller than me, so even if I wanted to 'peep' at the person banging on my door, I couldn't. Jake always says I am a snoopy person. I like to think I am 'perceptive', always aware of anything out of the ordinary in our neighborhood. Fifty years from now, I will be the overly informed elderly neighbor who notices when the mail-person is late or if you've been gone for 4-5 days more than usual. Like a good neighbor, the.home.werker's there! (please sing to the tune of the State Farm Insurance Jingle).

So I reluctantly got up from the couch, battling these thoughts, "Well, if it's that serial killer from Criminal Minds, at least the BAU from the FBI will find me" and "Maybe someone crashed into my car and they are coming to swap insurance info", plus "Dang peephole, why aren't you where I need you to be!!!???".


Sorry for the awkward picture, but I definitely have not showered yet today. I DID want to show you how hopeless my height:peephole ratio is. This is me standing on my tip-toes, longing for a view out my front door.

Why the aggressive door-banging at 7:30pm on a Thursday evening? Well, we don't have a doorbell. AND the UPS man was delivering my new printer! I quickly lugged the new machine into the house (already a good sign that THIS printer will be a keeper). Now if only my patient-problem-solving husband were here to help me hook it up.