I always feel like somebody’s watchin me!

That song will now be stuck in your head for the rest of the day. You’re welcome.

So this weekend, as the big project of building a bathroom in our basement continued, Derek was working away on the heating vent and framing of the room. Meanwhile, one floor directly above where he was working, I was minding my own business in the shower. 

As I scrubbed and got sudsy, I heard, plain as day, as if the voice was coming from right next to me, uh…in the shower, “Hi!”

It was Derek, in the vent in our bathroom. Mind you, the vent is actually in the shower (it’s really weird and we’re changing it once we tackle that bathroom). 

He scared the crap out of me because he sounded THAT close to me. I actually said, “Are you watching me?” He responded with, “Nice boobs.” 

No, he couldn’t see me, but he was in the vent busy discovering why heat would never come out of that vent. Funny thing, heat doesn’t flow through vents that are stuffed with a bathroom rug and towels. 

Need I remind you that the people who owned the house before us were weird?



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