This has happened to me on more than one occasion: balloons scaring the living day lights out of me that is. You see, I am frequently home alone at night with the kids so I am a little on edge to start with, then you add in an ovalish shaped balloon hanging out the same height as a person in the dark and well, lets say I have been scared beyond being able to let out any sound. Last night a balloon greeted me in the kitchen and then one came down the stairs as I was watching "The Bachelor". They have floated around my bedroom and in my doorway. It is definitely a way to get my heart pumping. After the 5 seconds it takes me to figure out it is a balloon and not a rapist ready to make his move I have to stop and kinda laugh at myself because this balloon just sent me through the roof. After I had been scared out of my pants last night I decided, I hate balloons.
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haha!
Yup, I try to eliminate all potential intruders before sundown.
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