watch out for what?
January 13, 2011
For the last five and a half years I’ve had the weirdest feeling that, whenever I’m at home, someone is watching me. Kind of a Mount Rushmore sort of watching too, not like a gremlin-in-my-closet kind of watching. More of a Bette Midler, God Is Watching Us kind of a feeling.
Well, today, I figured it out. I woke up, opened the curtains, and boom (or doink, or you’re a John Madden fan):
I guess that’s the sleeping maiden. Thought she’d be prettier.
What, you don’t see her? She’s not just watching me, she’s screaming at me.
Really, I guess the question is, watch out for what?