Fear and Popcorn

The other evening I was home alone with the boys, because the Hubster had to pull an overnight shift doing whatever it is he does in his highly technical job. (Some IT infrastructure mumbledy-jumble thingamabob.) Honestly, he tries to explain the specifics to me, but it's so hyper-jargoned, not to mention warp speed light years beyond my ability to comprehend, that the only defense mechanism I have is to smile and nod until he leaves the room.

But I digress. He was gone for the evening, and so The Adolescents and I popped some popcorn and sat down to watch an enriching evening of television: The MacNeill-Lehrer News Hour, Washington Week - it was all so informative and enlightening. It's important stay abreast of current affairs and remain politically astute.

What? WHAT??

Okay, FINE. We spent the evening watching truTV. Cops, Most Shocking, Forensic Files. Hey. It's kinda like current affairs.

Shut. Up.

Here's a hint for those members of the audience who are perhaps more paranoiacally inclined, and suffer from Chronic Worrywart Syndrome. (Not that I understand these things personally.)

If, in the course of events, your husband is going to be gone for the night and you will be alone in a dark and creaky house, it is not generally wise to watch, right before bed, several episodes of Forensic Files which all involve women being brutally beaten to death in their homes. It tends to make the imagination, shall we say, wander.

He finally returned home at around 2:30 am. At which point, I slept like a baby. It's so wrong of me to think, "oh good, now all the axe murderers are HIS problem." But, I kinda can't help myself.

Perhaps this is a signal from the universe that it's time to take martial arts classes.