Pegleg Starfish

Me…screaming…like a banshee.  No, I’m not being chased by a bear or being stabbed by a robber or anything really life threatening.  I’m just getting the crap scared out of me.  Plain and simple. 

For some reason beyond my knowledge-people like to scare me.  And by people I’m mainly talking about T, although his father, brother, and evil cousins have joined in on the fun in recent years.  Apparently, me screaming bloody murder is funny to them.  And I’m sure I’d be laughing my pants off if I was on the other (non-screaming) end of the action.  But I never am, I’m always the one getting scared.  And it doesn’t have to be anything elaborate to scare the heck out of me.  Someone can walk up behind me and yell.  Or just out from around a corner.  Or the classic, honking the car horn when I’m walking in front of their vehicle.  And come to think of it, T’s Dad actually hid in his semi truck that was parked in their driveway.  He knew that I was on my way over and when I walked in front of the truck to go into the house he blared the air horn.  I think I pooped my pants.  And lost 50% of my hearing in my left ear. 

What I’m saying is…I’m an easy scare.  I try not to be, but I guess I can’t help myself.  Oh-and I also scream and hide my eyes during scary movies too. 

T scolded me yesterday for a my lack of hilarity on my blog lately.  He claims that I can only think of and write funny stuff when he’s around.  Maybe he’s right, but I would never admit that.  And he actually suggested to locate the secret footage of a “Julie Scare” that occurred over a year ago.  With a little searching, I was able to find it.  And he’s right.  It’s freakin’ hilarious.  Although I think the culprits could have been a little more creative.  But like I said, I’m an easy scare. 

I hope you’re having a good Monday morning, but if you’re dragging a little just have one of your co-workers crawl out from behind a door and attack you.  You’ll be wide awake for three days.

 *Notice how ticked I am that T had locked the door when he knew that I was on my way home from work.  He actually had called me on my cell-phone earlier to see when I’d be home.  I was so clueless.  Also note how ungodly baggy/droopy my pants are.  I have a bad habit of wearing the same pair of pants for a few days in a row.  Are you repulsed by me now?  Sorry. 

I will get revenge.  And I will be smart enough to send the footage to America’s Funniest Home Video and win the big money.  Big money that I will keep all to myself. 

J

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