i am at home. with mama. in a house we both freak out about generally being haunted (by my snickety-when-breathing nana, and her mother, and their dogs, specifically — it’s not weird, it’s southern) but today we were in the kitchen eating supper (or rather the first thing today we could count as a veggie because i’m not sure i can keep counting ‘slaw’ and ‘corn on the cob’ as ‘green’) and BAM. loudest noise. bing-bong-BAM, but just the bam. we freaked out… but it’s been windy today and doors have been slamming around, so whatever. now, i’m climbing in bed (i’ve been up since three, so don’t mock) and i see what it is. MY ENTIRE MIRROR (the one from my hat post, it’s HUGE, LIKE MY HEIGHT-SIZE MIRROR ON MY WALL) has fallen down.
boom. nail with it.
this mirror has been hanging for almost 32 years. and BAM, right now, while we’re home of all things? WTF?
halloween, are you telling me something???
also, amazing — it didn’t break. so i think that makes me extra lucky, just more creeped out.
