My Favorite Things and Why I Freaked Out This Morning.

To start this blog off on a happy note, I think I will list of few of my favorite things, because, I think that makes me feel good? 

Favorite Things:

1. Laughing at really dumb things.  Like prank calling your sister. The kind of sister who says "WHAT the HELL?!  You are SO funny." in only that way she can.  You are so funny little one, but aparently so are we:). 
2. That thing I call an engagement ring.  I know, I know, I act shy when people say things about it, or tell me its pretty.  I even turn red sometimes when people do those things.  I really never did learn how to graciously take a compliment.  But, seriously it's the bomb, and not just because it really is very pretty, but because Shaner saw it and thought it was "the one".  If that doesn't make me melt like a chocolate bar in the summer heat, nothing would.
3. Fall leaves.  Red.  Yellow.  Orange.  Last week was tremendous no?
4. English bulldogs.  Hopefully I will be able to expound more on this subject in a few days, but I am so not mentally owning one at this point and time.  I am not imagining him snoring at the foot of my bed, taking short walks around the block, or watching him sakteboard.  REALLY making an effort at not thinking of these things yet.

Not So Favorite Things:

1. Your finace' getting a call from 666-666-6666 as you are making out.  Is the devil trying to tell us sommthing?  Such, SUCH bad timing. 
2. After ignoring first call from 666-666-6666, the devil calls back a second time.  Well, I guess we should see what he has to say for himself.  Creepy child-like female (the devil is a woman, it all makes sense now!)voice says, "I can see you.  I can see through your window.  Shane, I know who you are.  I am watching you.  You should lock your doors tonight."
3. Massive heart pounding, and finally;
4. An unknown phone call to my cell at 2:35 a.m.  Now it's fine to tease me at 10:00 at night, but when you start screwing with me at 2:35 a.m., you are asking for a smackdown.

We found out after how to do the 666-666-6666 prank call.  Probably was really funny, but totally freaked me out after I got the later unknown call in the middle of the night.  Horrible thoughts began a-creepin', "Maybe some vet assistant chick has become obsessed with my fiance' and has taken him prisoner.  Crazy chicks are the worst.  Geez, I am bugging out.  He is tough, he would never get trapped by a crazy chick.  But, you never know... Now I feel like the crazy one"

Stupid, Stupid!

Funny joke.