You know what a chicken I am. I still can’t believe that I came here and stayed by myself for about six months.
Last night Vince went upstairs to check to be sure all the doors were locked and the lights were out before we went to bed. I was still downstairs stitching and he came to the top of the stairs and he said “Judy” with some urgency. He wasn’t whispering but he was being a bit quiet. I said “What?” He said “There’s somebody in the garage?”
I had my phone right beside me and I grabbed it, fixing to call 911. Then I asked him . . did you lock the door to the garage so they can’t get in? I think he realized I might be taking it a little too seriously and he said “April Fool’s!” Darn it! He said “It’s one minute after midnight!”
That was not a funny April Fool’s trick. I was scared the rest of the night!
I feel like payback would be Ex-lax laced brownies but I’m not that bad!