*Insert dark monotone over my lioness voice~ only @PeepersMama will get it.Continue the story!!!! Ouch!
* So I'm jogging away from the sound of footsteps. Adrenaline nearly gets the best of me and I'm tempted to charge the last mile to my driveway. Instead, I whirl around and face my follower.
It's a guy with a completely unkempt beard and wearing torn camo. I make an attempt at a smile, but he just stares back blankly. "Hello." is my attempt to evoke a word from him and prove his amicable sanity.
Eerie silence and more staring.
Things just got 100% creepier.
I put on a burst of speed, disappear around the corner, and run blindly down the road like a complete terrorized imbecile.
Guess who the guy was?

Are you ever going go call me Sarah or will I forever have to call you Can? 


at a Rabbit Skillathon, rescued a half-dead opossum an hour ago, was stalked by a creepy guy last night, got a nail in my foot tonight....
