Speaking of fears. I'm not sure where this will lead in the next 15 years...
This shows all of Sammy's current joys. Jumping into a pile of blankets, trying to crack us up by naming everything bob and being very bossy...
Thursday, March 5, 2009
I SWEAR There Was A Bump...
Let's talk deep, hidden from the world, dark, never spoken fears. Sound fun? Mine: that my house will catch on fire in the middle of the night and I won't have time to grab clothes, thus, rendering me nearly nakies (a Sammy term, of course) in the middle of the street in front of my neighbors (who, I assume, are awake from all the racket). I've tried jammies, really I have. I just can't do it. What's a girl with irrational fears to do? (though I'm not sure this one is really IRRATIONAL, ya know?)
Speaking of fears. I'm not sure where this will lead in the next 15 years...
This shows all of Sammy's current joys. Jumping into a pile of blankets, trying to crack us up by naming everything bob and being very bossy...
Speaking of fears. I'm not sure where this will lead in the next 15 years...
This shows all of Sammy's current joys. Jumping into a pile of blankets, trying to crack us up by naming everything bob and being very bossy...
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I hate jammies too. So if both our homes catch fire in the middle of the night you won't be the only one standing outside nearly "nakies".
ReplyDeleteDoes that help? LOL
Maybe you could just keep a bathrobe by your emergency exit. You have your escape route mapped out, don't you?
ReplyDeleteDon't even get me started on irrational fears. I love your barstools, by the way. Very cool retro.
pj's/fire-Jacob and I had this exact conversation the other day. In fact, the night our furnace was out and we were using your space heater I tried to make myself wear jammies and just couldn't.
ReplyDeleteSammy's jumping-normal
Sammy's "Bob"-hilarious
Sammy's bossiness-both
Tawnya's barstools-I found those at a garage sale about a year before she even moved here and I new they had to be hers. I think they were less than $50 for all three and they are in perfect condition.
Huh. A robe. Yeah, I should probably buy one of those at some point...
ReplyDeleteI think they were $20 for all three, right? So worth the purchase.
My uncle was in the middle of that bad earthquake in Northridge years ago. He'd literally just stepped out of the shower when it hit. He managed to get his wife and stepson in the doorway with him, and after that all he could think was, "I'm in the middle of a horrible eartquake, and I'm completely naked." Worst nightmare come true!
ReplyDeleteOh, Susan. That DEFINTIELY crossed my mind while we lived in San Diego.
ReplyDeleteI want to go garage-saling with Shaz.
ReplyDeleteWhile she is very, very good at it, she DID have an in with these particular buyers. Lucky me! She quickly called and said "you want these for your new house" and I said "ok". That's my kind of shopping...
ReplyDeleteI too have had this fear...because my parents house DID catch fire in the night and my dad DID run out of the house nearly nakies. I'm getting over it. I mean it might be a little exciting to streak or at least flash a neighbor or two!
ReplyDeleteSunshine! I actually thought of you & the story of your parents house when I wrote this (I actually think about it whenever I clean out the lint out of the dryer!). I didn't realize it was the middle of the night. Yikes!
ReplyDeleteI will say, this fear becomes more prominent in the winter and snow for some reason, though...
I remember telling Dad once, that the house catching fire in the night is my biggest fear. Every night I make sure that my robe is at the bottom of my bed and my slippers are alligned just perfect for me to step right into them. Just in case. Every single night. I can't go to sleep until that is done. Maybe it is hereditary?
ReplyDeleteNo, see, the fear is that I will be NEARLY NAKED. Outside. In front of my neighbors. With no clothes to go get. The fire, I think, is a normal human fear that most people randomly have in the backs of their minds.
ReplyDeleteAnd I usually have clothes on the bottom of the bed, but the fear includes not having time to grab them. This would cover robes, I'm assuming. Unless you sleep in one. Which...ew.
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