At 31 years old I just had to get up in the middle of the night, risk waking up my sleeping 3 month old, just so I could move 2 pieces of clothing that were hanging on the back of my bedroom door - because it looked like the girl from The Ring & I could convince myself otherwise
Standing in the bedroom tonight and Elliott yells “OH MY GOD. HOLY SHIT. FUCK” so I immediately start having a heart attack and yelling bc I thought something was behind me (ghost/killer)
Turns out it was a spider. It was kinda big though so I’ll give him that
*My future husband thinking he will be coming home to a home cooked meal and 2 loving children*
Reality: *me manic cleaning, listening to La Dispute, and drinking a beer while the 5 year old destroys the living room and dinner is eating a cold meal from DoorDash*