Of Christmas of weird hunters
Given many obstacles Christmas was just about perfect. I received some pretty awesome loot, three seasons of Doctor Who, House, Mad Men, and a new iPod, along with other stuff. Mostly I'm proud that I've saved enough to present the lad with Rock Band for Christmas. I cleverly had it shipped home since 22 pounds worth of video game would have been a, little hard to conceal here. The look on Stuart's face when he opened it was great, I surprised him completely. And that was probably the highlight of my Christmas. Unfortunately, tight schedules and little time meant we had to spend the holidays like recent divorcees sleeping at our respective families' homes to maximize family time. But oh well.
Meanwhile in moments ripped from horror movies we stopped for gas in East Podunk, SC and let the kitten out of her carrier to stretch her legs and pee. So as not to be in the way to pulled up under a street light which just happened to be next to some uber sketchy, Evil Dead type woods. So I'm compulsively locking doors while Stuart looks at me like I'm crazy. After I pack the cat up again and I leave the backseat of the van to climb back into the front I start griping to the boy about how ominous these woods are my fear of zombies. Just then I look up as a rather large man in camouflage pants and shirt walk by the van in front in between the two dumpsters in front of us. The van starts up and we drive past, naturally I turn to see if hunter-guy is as creepy looking from the front, except that he's nowhere to be seen. Perpetually oblivious Stuart never noticed the creepy hunter, who mysteriously never re-emerged from between two dumpsters. But the potential for horror movie mayhem is now a cherished memory, because I am just that weird.
Meanwhile in moments ripped from horror movies we stopped for gas in East Podunk, SC and let the kitten out of her carrier to stretch her legs and pee. So as not to be in the way to pulled up under a street light which just happened to be next to some uber sketchy, Evil Dead type woods. So I'm compulsively locking doors while Stuart looks at me like I'm crazy. After I pack the cat up again and I leave the backseat of the van to climb back into the front I start griping to the boy about how ominous these woods are my fear of zombies. Just then I look up as a rather large man in camouflage pants and shirt walk by the van in front in between the two dumpsters in front of us. The van starts up and we drive past, naturally I turn to see if hunter-guy is as creepy looking from the front, except that he's nowhere to be seen. Perpetually oblivious Stuart never noticed the creepy hunter, who mysteriously never re-emerged from between two dumpsters. But the potential for horror movie mayhem is now a cherished memory, because I am just that weird.