Until Tomorrow

So Drew has this new goal of scaring me every day either in a weird way or frightening way.

Weird ways are almost scarier than frightening ways. They make me hesitate to think he is normal.

I am a very easy person to scare, and this is one of his goals I know he is actually accomplishing.

It is now a regular thing to find him sneaking around dark and even light (yes, I'm that easy) corners with his hood on or silently creeping in the apartment without my knowledge and popping out of nowhere.

Sometimes all it takes is sneaking up behind me and making creepy noises, breathing heavily, or laughing like a psychopath. 

Turning the lights off and on, especially off, and doing this is really not funny.

I scream so long and hard that sometimes I literally fall over.

Even when I see my cute hubs face under the hood of his jacket it still hasn't completely registered he's in fact not a cold blooded killer.

And then I realize it's just my "sweet" Drew trying to scare the crap out of me, successfully I might add.

Then I laugh, and it's all okay until tomorrow...