My night with a Stranger......

My life has consisted of the usual lately. Also there is nothing much to post about any different from what I post on my Facebook. I've been to Caseville for the Shanty Days weekend. Entered my chili for the Chili Cookoff and won 3rd place.

Back to work doing taxes...

Blah...Blah....Blah...

So I decided to post about something else. Today for some reason some incident popped into my head that happened eons ago when my husand and I lived in our other house. Something must have triggered the memory but I don't recall what.

So maybe I'll post about that...

Anything is better than posting..."Going to Caseville...coming home...going to Caseville...coming home"...Good God, I really need to get a more interesting life!! Sell the damn place and go spend the summers in Europe or something....or become a race car driver (Hell, where did THAT come from???). It's 1 a.m. so maybe I'm really asleep and dreaming I'm typing this....

Okay....so the year must have been around 1974ish. We lived in a small 3 bedroom house. Hubby use to work Saturday nights for his brother who owned his own gas station for extra money. It was our routine that he worked Saturday and when he got home later in the evening, I would make a pizza....not order a pizza....couldn't afford that. No, I made a pizza from one of those Apian Way pizza in a box things. I'd put hamburger and onions or whatever on it and that was our treat for Saturday night. Then we would stay up and watch "The Ghoul"!!!...or maybe it was "Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman" if that was on Saturday nights also. Cause we were both addicted to that show.

One Saturday night around 10:00 when hubby was working and I was home alone, I heard someone knocking on the side door. Now who on earth would be knocking on my door that late at night?? I peeked out the window and saw a guy with a hooded coat standing there. I freaked out and went into the bedroom and tried to be really quiet hoping he would just go away.

Then I heard the door open. Stupid me! I rarely lock my doors!! So the guy was opening up the door. I cautiously came out of the bedroom and into the utility room that the door was off of. It was dark and I saw this guy standing there. He had a jacket on with a hood over his head and I didn't recognize his face.

OMG....I was terrified!!!

I tried to remain calm....and simply asked him (in a quivering voice), "Excuse me, who are you?"

The guy reached up and took the hood off. Then he took his face off....






IT WAS MY IDIOT HUSBAND WEARING A MASK!!!!!!!!!!! He had gotten this Johnny Carson mask and was wearing it..LOL That's why it looked like the face of a real guy!

I was so damn relieved and so damn mad at the same time! Good Lord, I almost had a heart attack. And he was damn lucky I didn't have a gun in the house!

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I could just picture it: Cops are there. Husband dead on the floor with a bullet hole right between Johnny Carson's eyes. First I'd have to explain that NO, I am not really married to Johnny Carson. Then I'd have to explain why I shot him.

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Anyway, so hubby said that when I spoke, he could tell by the quiver in my voice, that I was really scared and had no idea it was him, so he knew he better end the joke and take the mask off.

But what he did find funny was that even though I was scared out of my mind, I was still so damn polite by actually saying "Excuse me...". I remember him asking me why did I say Excuse Me...and then he was mimicking me on how I said it....."Oh, Excuse me..."..hardy har har

That's when I considered maybe I should just buy me a gun....

OHHHHHH, that was so many many years ago....and we laugh about it now.