Last night about 11:30 I was in the sewing room, just sewing up a storm, and out of the corner of my eye I caught a flash of something at the window. I stood up and walked over to the window and low and behold, there was a face looking back at me.
My heart lurched and I think I might have wet myself. I was being peeped! I grabbed my phone and when I looked up he was gone.
And then I got to wondering...was he really up to no good or did he just want to see what the basement looked like?
You see, that's something I would do. If I saw a house with only basement lights on and could see in, I just might look. Yes, it's true. I'm a peeper. Of course if I actually saw a person I'd probably hurt myself running away.
I called my husband in NM this morning and told him I'd been peeped. Whoo boy! He flipped his lid and started yelling.
Evidently Oklahoma had a little problem keeping up with a couple of inmates the last few days. One had been found, but one was still running around loose. He couldn't believe I hadn't heard about it since I'd been out and about in the car. How did I feel about a convict peeping me? Surely I'd listened to the radio.
Uh, nope. While I was out running to and fro, I was rockin' to Vivaldi. He hung up on me.
I'm not afraid of a peeping Tom. I figure if he sees me naked and goes blind, well then he got what he deserved.
Give-away update: 14 humans, 12 cats, 2 dogs have signed up. Annie, get your cats!
Ahem. I added three sets of knitting needles, a package of point protectors, a little bag of lace trims, and a how-to book today.
Tomorrow I'm going through another couple of boxes and putting duplicates in the give-away.
This is going to be big. Very, very big.