St. John Po Po

Tuesday (Valen-times Day), Jack went to school at 7 pm. I decided to go down to the basement to check email and play on the 'puter. I started to hear noises at about 7:20. I looked out my window to see if the neighbor was making noise (he's a contractor, so he is out there sometimes throwing tools in his truck.). No one was out there. I creeped over to the basement stairs and heard footsteps creaking upstairs.

I promptly dialed 911. I stated that I thought there was someone in my house. I Gave her my address while I looked for a place to hide. All the closets in the basement are full of junk, so I crouched in the corner behind the water heater. My heart races as I hear more noises. The operator says she's going to stay on the line with me. I'm hiding in the corner silently sniffling. A minute passes by and Jack comes strutting into the laundry room.

"Oh my Gosh!" I shout. "It's my husband..." I say to the operator. The doorbell rings.

Jack runs upstairs and I follow, still sniffling and crying. The cops had a good chuckle (at our expense :) But I was glad it WAS Jack, because he said he could hear me on the phone, but he couldn't find me. So, next time, I will know to be quieter.

Anyway, Jack got to class that night, the teacher said he was sick, so he was cancelling class. Jack just turned right around and came back home (hence the sounds 20 minutes after his class started). He wanted to surprise me for Valentine's Day-- that he was going to be home for the night. Surprise! :P Next time, he's going to call.