Monday, March 29, 2010
Best place in the house
Since I was about eleven years old, I've always thought that showers were the best place in the house for a bad guy to hide.
Peter was in New Orleans for his bachelor party this weekend, so I spent the last three days bravely pulling pulling back the shower curtain every time I went into the bathroom. (What in the world would I do if I saw a bad guy standing in my shower?)
Also, every time I turned on the TV, no matter what channel was on, it seemed like reruns of Law and Order were playing. Only the worst show ever for a girl to watch while alone in her NYC apartment!
All this to say, Peter, I miss you very much. I wish it was Wednesday and we were in Florida together.