Speaking of decisions, I've definitely decided that while you can take the girl out of the east side (of the ATX, yo), the east side doesn't come out of the girl quite so easily. Remember the burglary? Such a warm and fuzzy memory that is. And also, I watch a lot of Criminal Minds. Half because that Reid is a Class A hottie with those fuzzy cardigans and encyclopedic brain of his, and half because it's like the best show of my lifetime after 90210 and Teen Mom (1 & 2). Suffice it to say, between that burglary and all the Criminal Minds watching, I'm not as trusting as I once was, even up here in the woodsy relative safety of a near-crimeless community. So tonight, a car pulls into the end of our (long, secluded, dark and stormy night-ish) driveway. And a guy gets out in those brown overall outfit thingies that The Google tells me is called Carhartts. And from the house looking out at the road, and with the guy all covered up in that Carhartt outfit, he looked thuggish. However, you should know two things. One is that my eyesight is bad. Like, so bad that I mumble through the DMV eyesight testing and once mistook my cat for a raccoon in the middle of the night and screamed 'OMG, J, A RACCOON IS IN OUR BATHROOM!" I might have been half asleep though. But still, hello, bad. Two is that it's quite a long way from the inside of the house to the very end of the driveway so it's not very easy from that distance to tell a thug from, say, a little old man. A few minutes later, the guy starts walking toward my house. So I did what any normal lady does, which means I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife and put it into the pocket of my hooded sweatshirt. (My hooded sweatshirt with sorority letters on it. Nothing says DON'T MESS WITH ME like a couple Greek letters and a five foot tall lady with a steak knife in her pocket.) So anyway, then the guy came to my door and when I cracked it open the tiniest bit to see what it was he needed, it turned out he was an apologetic little old man and he what he needed was water to pour on his overheating car part of some sort. At which point, in my head, I was like "omg omg omg don't let the knife fall out because I'll probably give this little old man a heart attack and try explaining THAT to the sheriff and/or his little old wife who I now see standing right out there by the car, too." So, oops?
I'm not sure what the point here really is. Basically I wanted you to tell me whether or not I should wake up at 4:00am to watch The Royal Wedding, or whether this is one of those cases where DVR is your BFF. Thoughts?