the adventure of the pranking husband

I’m sitting and reading on my bed and all of a sudden I hear the door slam shut! Fear ripples through my body as I think to myself that Spencer isn’t supposed to be home for another hour! I yell out, Spence?? No answer. What do I do? I just sit in my bed, trying to figure out how I am going to get out of the house or who to call for help  (is it just 9-1-1- or do I have to dial 801 first…yes a very blonde moment but hey, I was fearing for my life!)

A few minutes later, one of my shoes is thrown from an unknown source and crashes into my door. I let out a tiny scream! Ok..He knows I’m here so I yell, “Who’s there?!” I repeat this for about a minute straight. No one answers and I think to myself I better get out of the house asap! I hold my phone in my hand with 911 dialed, thumb on the send key. Then I run into the study searching frantically for some kind of protection. I find the best thing I see…a Swiffer… So here I am, a twenty three year-old with a Swiffer in one had and a cell phone in the other, ready for flight or fight. I’m hoping the flight aspect of my plan works because I’m not sure a Swiffer will really be that much help in a fight. I use my best CIA skills to check around the doors for the intruder, see it is free and make a run for it.

I get to the street and decide to call Spence. When lo and behold..SPENCER comes walking out the door, laughing.

I can look back and laugh now, but let’s just say, the adventures of the pranking husband will be somewhat limited in the future.