Add a little pepper-spray to your day

So at the risk of sounding childish, I am sitting here locked in my room clutching a can of camo pink pepper spray. Thank god for Dillon always forgetting things at my house.

Why am i sitting here like this you ask?

I was going down stairs to get a cup of coffee wondering why the house was freazing...

I hit the landing to see my front door wide open. This is wierd because A.) No one else is home at the moment, nor have they been for at least 2 hours...B.) No one uses my front door. We have lived in said house for 15 years and our stairs are wooden. The front steps are in major need of replacing which we have happening in the next few weeks. Because of this we have a common idea to not use them... just in case ya know?

ramble ramble. Im nervous, sue me.

So the door is wide open. i tip toe back up stairs, check my room just to be sure and lock myself in. I had been on the phone, had the dryer running, and i generally have my door closed. It wouldnt surprise me if I didnt hear the door. Even if i did, I would assume it was my father coming home. No big deal?

Right, except now it is. So i call my boyfriend. He suggests I call the police. But me, I'm an idiot. I don't want to look like a fool if theres no one here. So, I dig in my drawer, find the pepper spray, glance around and grab one of my weights. so i tip toe around the upper floor, all clear.

"I have a gun and i've called the police!", I shout like a loon. No response. What did i expect?Really?!

I creep downstairs, the door is still open, theres no sound. After 2 laps around the downstairs and a quick glance in the garage and driveway, I am satisfied there is no one here.

Just in case i dash back upstairs, lock the door and call my father. Next I call Glen, my boyfriend and announce my all clear.

My mind wanders a bit: Why was the door open!?

My only conclusion is: A.) The door blew open with the wind, despite the fact it is always kept locked...or B.) It's possible ending my phone call with an exclaimation of wanting more tea, I indeed interrupted a possible break in.

While both ideas seem unlikely, I really can not think of another way. I really prefer to think the wind is just extremely strong ands magical. Until someone gets home, perhaps I will stay locked away?

well. Here's to hoping. Blog on.