Matt wasn't feeling well last night so he went to bed a little early and I decided to hang out in my office to paint my nails and watch one more episode of The West Wing because I'm about at the point where I'm ready to write in Jed Bartlett for president on my actual ballot in November.
As I was watching President Bartlett give the State of the Union and applying a second coat of OPI's "Ce-less-tial is More," I heard a tremendous crashing sound.
I couldn't tell where it came from, but obviously it meant someone had broken into our house. I sat so still in my chair for about ten seconds, and then I did what any reasonable 27 year old woman would do and RAN to the bedroom, woke Matt up, gave him a whisper version of what happened and requested that he check the doors/windows/closets to locate the intruder.
After he stared at me for a few seconds, he got up out of bed and did just that. I stood in a safe spot at the top of the stairs, and after a few minutes Matt turned the corner and said, "Well, there's officially no one in this house but us."
After he checked out front for a getaway car, we both went to bed.
And then this morning I went into the shower and found this.
It appears my intruder was just an over-filled shower caddy.
I guess I didn't buy one that was equipped to handle all of my products.
Tonight at dinner we talked about the "break-in" and Matt said, "I don't think robbers typically break in to a house at 10:00 at night. When all the lights are on."
YOU NEVER KNOW.
And today I'm buying a new shower caddy.
And maybe a home alarm system.