Wicked Cup of Joe

But at 13-days-til-I’m-30, I’m terrified afraid of hanging my feet or arms over the side of the bed at night.  I know, I know.  But yet each night I’ll lay in the bed and make sure that my toes don’t hang over or my elbow is on the bed with plenty of room.  I’m not afraid of any person grabbing my feet or hands — it’s more (wait for it!) about a monster or (wait for it) alligators.  Yes.  You read correctly.  I have no clue in the world where I came up with this fear or how it even makes sense to my brain.  I can lay in the bed and tell myself that the fear is ridiculous - yet - I still have to make sure the tootsies are not hanging over.

And you thought you had issues.

Happy Friday!  Cloverfield is tomorrow!  Woo Hoo!