The cute hubs had put the food in the crock pot before work and then had it all ready when I got home. He's a pretty good guy.
He was practically BEGGING me to take his picture so I kindly obliged. (can you sense my sarcasm??) His hair looks really crazy in this picture, I think its the shadow. While his hair does get many stares, its usually not that crazy.
Luke had a show tonight and I was going to go, but he told me I didn't need to. He has another one at the same place next month, and he understands how hard it is for me to go out in the cold. I took a picture of Luke and some of his band mate leaving for the show. Pretty sure I heard "bye mom" as they left.
So about 10 minutes after the boys left I heard the loudest/scariest/creepiest noise ever.
I had no idea what it was, but it came from the bedroom. I knew that much
It was the kind of noise that causes every hair on your body to stand.
So I grabbed my phone, grabbed a pen (the only weapon I had close by) and opened the front door.
My theory on that was if somebody was in the apartment I had an easy exit.
I'm always thinking people.
So before I went to investigate the noise I called Luke. Keep in mind I am still shaking at this point.
I explained to Luke what happened and HE SAID: "Babe, you probably just heard something from the apartment downstairs".
Um. excuse me? I almost lost my life and he thinks it was a FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION?!?!
So I made him stay on the phone with me while I went around the apartment to see what the invisible noise was.
I made my way to the closet and found this. The ENTIRE left side of my closed just FELL. I didn't even know that could happen.
I started screaming.
You should note, if you call your husband and say you heard a scary noise and then start screaming, he might panic and think something is wrong.
I think he had to say my name several times before I could even speak, I was just speechless. Let's look again:
Yup, those are all of our clothes. Just chilling on the floor.
LOVE this apartment.
Here is the shelf that held the rod of clothes, pretty sure it's not supposed to look like this:
Those are the nails that are supposed to be in the wall. I should say that I spent the rest of my night picking up the clothes but that would be a lie.
They are still on the floor.
I just completely cleaned and reorganized my closet last month. I do not have it in me to do it all again.
I wonder how we will possibly find something to wear tomorrow? I might be wearing my PJ's to work tomorrow.