OK, so I'm sitting here in my home office, quietly working... minding my own business... when a text message pops up from my sister, Kelly, who lives about 1,300 miles away.
Sister: REDRUM
Me: Ohhhh, shit.
Sister: Bored... just messin with you
Me: Bitch, I will choke you out. Now I've got the image of the old lady in the tub stuck in my head. Infernal cackling.
Sister: Sweet dreams : )
I am so afraid of The Shining. It could be 2:15 p.m. (which it is), and that flick STILL gets me all creeped-out.
Great, now I'm sitting here petrified, waiting for that crazy bathtub crone to jump out from any nook and/or cranny in my chic treehouse and chase me around with her putrid, pruny skin flapping... cackling all the while. I'm dead, for sure.
