Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Two Weeks Later

These balloons, which were bought in honor of my return from some place, were still hanging around on the ceiling, their strings long lost. 

This was fine, except for the part where one made it down the hallway, and every time I would walk by one day while working at home alone, the breeze would push it along.  After scaring myself silly five times in one day at the weird noise, and then realizing what an idiot I was for being scared of the sound a balloon made as it scraped along the ceiling, the suckers had to come down. 

1 comment:

The Crazy Castros said...

You scared ???! No way!!!