after last night's episode with the ringwraiths, i might be a little jumpy. or maybe it would freak anyone out to hear a crash coming from the kitchen at 4:40 a.m.! is it just me? am i just a freak-show scaredy cat?
ugh. so yeah, i was on the couch watching the Pianist, which i've never seen, and waiting for 5 to roll around so i could get in the shower (because it's just wrong to be up before 5), when CRASH!!!!!!!! not "kitty-knocked-something-off-the-counter" crash, not "hey-is-that-the-icemaker-oh-wait-it's-turned-off" crash, not even "instability-in-the-pantry" crash. this was a big one.
i, the astute sarahk, assumed that the monster crash was the work of a cat. Minerva was in my lap, so i called for Nicole. then i thought, hmm. that kinda sounded like glass breaking or something. maybe a ringwraith broke a window so they could all torture me some more, hooray! i shot off the couch pretty quickly and ran to the room in which my weapons reside. it's funny how you can be totally calm, watching a flick, cuddling with a kitten, then suddenly (well, time-delay suddenly) your pulse is racing at lightning speed and your hands are shaking and you're fumbling around for your protection.
still unarmed (couldn't find what i was looking for), i turned on a light so i could point any potential sarah-harmer in the right direction for finding me. i looked into the kitchen, and my fruit basket that hangs from the ceiling was in the floor, the culprit of the attack.
stupid fruit basket. i'm never eating bananas again. boo, bananas!
oh, if you're waiting for Bloglibs, i took a super-long nap last night instead of writing our little story. i'll post them this afternoon, so there's still time to contribute.