When I was a little girl, I used to be afraid that there were people watching me through my bedroom windows at night. I was absolutely CONVINCED that if I did not tuck the covers underneath me on all sides, and make them very puffy on top of me, that someone would come and stab me in the middle of the night and I would die because I did not have proper blanket padding between myself and the sharp instrument. And I always knew where my metal baton (you know, the twirling kind?) was in my closet in case I heard someone in the house and needed to protect my parents and sister by coming to the rescue and bludgeoning the intruder unconscious with it.
*cough* You could say I had a slight fear of the dark for a time as a child. For this week's haiku, tell me about YOUR childhood fear. I'll go first:
keep all limbs up here
creature under bed awaits
drop them and you're toast
Now you.
P.S. Gilmore Girls is sucking HUGE ASS and is on my naughty list because they promised some huge shocking secret to be revealed and all that happened was big fat NOTHING. The husband said, "Maybe the shocking surprise was that she got a Birken Bag?" That just made me laugh, out of frustration AND humor. DAMN YOU stupid show that is supposed to make me feel happy and carefree and is instead inciting my wrath. DAMN YOU.
P.P.S. To this day I can NOT go to sleep unless the blankets are tucked under me on all sides.
