*snickers*
You’d be surprised to know how true this is for me.
Or maybe you wouldn’t be surprised. I guess it depends on how well you know me.
Other forms of “imagination insurance” that I’ve come to rely on:
- Thumps on the roof– Pretend Santa Claus has come early.
- Heavy breathing down the hall– A spouse that can throw their snores like a ventriloquist.
- The sounds of chains rattling in the attic– The squirrels are having gang wars with the bats.
- Blood oozing from the walls– Never mix allergy medicine and alcohol.
What are your methods and/or excuses for the scary bumpathumps?
I see that smile.