Sundays are Good to Me.

So basically I have a ton of pictures from yesterday.

Let's start at the start, then end with the end?

Best Easter yet I think.

So we decided to put those cute bikes to use.

Oh! And this is the house! 

You love it don't you? I know I do.

Anyways! So we went on a little ride down to the beach, then to the pier, and up through some of the shops. When we finally got back home, everyone else wanted to go down to the beach. 

I got a lot of color. Red color mostly. But I can't complain.

 (Emily Millard told me so)

Ha, so after playing, we went out for dinner, then did a little shopping.

As soon as we got home, I crashed. Hard.

I woke up at one this morning, made a little cup of peppermint tea, and decided to write this post.

Well actually. Fun story about waking up this morning...

So I came out into the kitchen to make my tea, and I heard this funny sound in my room. I looked down the hall just in time to see the light go off. My heart started racing. Someone was in my room. I finished making my tea and left it to steep. I turned on the hallway light and slowly walked to my room. Some guy was hiding in either the closet or under my bed. He was going to kidnap me, or rape and kill me. 

I have no idea why I was so sure of it.

I couldn't even bring myself to take one step into the room. So I went back out into the kitchen and sat on the floor behind the counter. I just sat there sipping my tea. In my mind, it totally made sense that as long as he didn't see me, I would be safe behind the counter. I'm a genius everyone.

I heard my phone ringing in the other room. I was so terrified, I couldn't even bring myself to get up and get the stupid thing. It was probably Danielle calling me back. 

I finally finished my tea, and had worked up enough courage to go back to the entryway to my room. That's as far as I made it though, the doorway. I gave up, and shut my door. If this guy was coming to get me, I was at least going to hear the door open.

I went to write this post on the couch, where Logan had crashed. Apparently there wasn't enough room for both of us. I hurried and offered he take my bed, so he started for my room. I hopped up to follow him. I wanted to see this. He walked straight into my room to turn on the lamp on the other side of the bed. He turned it off, then when he switched it back on, it shorted out. 

The. Dumb. Lamp. Had. Broke.

April fools to myself??? What kind of joke is this?!?

So pissed. I gave up my bed for this. 

Oh well. I hope you laughed at my story. Maybe I will later. When I'm actually all the way awake!

-A