I'm resurrecting this blog because every time I tell people crazy stories about Rob, they all think that I need to document these things. So I may as well share with the world what a freak I married.
I could write 40 paragraphs right now, but I'll try to space everything out. Let's start with with topic #1.
Topic #1: Rob's Paranoia
The house we're staying in has an alarm. But that isn't enough protection. So when he sleeps, Rob keeps the following items next to the bed:
In addition to this, Rob props a stool against the bedroom door since the door doesn't lock. He's getting better. It used to be a stool, and a box with a glass vase on top.
Last winter, I was in the Container Store, and I found a little travel door alarm, which I thought would be perfect, and could hopefully eliminate the barricade in front of the door. No. Now he uses it IN ADDITION to the stool propped up against the door.
Soon I'm going to have to maneuver around trip wire just to get a glass of water in the middle of the night.
I could write 40 paragraphs right now, but I'll try to space everything out. Let's start with with topic #1.
Topic #1: Rob's Paranoia
The house we're staying in has an alarm. But that isn't enough protection. So when he sleeps, Rob keeps the following items next to the bed:
- A baseball bat (in case a "burglar" breaks in and he's far enough away to take a swing)
- A carving knife (in case the "burglar" is on top of him, since a bat would be useless in that situation)
- Bear Mace (I don't know, in case the burglar is a bear?)
In addition to this, Rob props a stool against the bedroom door since the door doesn't lock. He's getting better. It used to be a stool, and a box with a glass vase on top.
Last winter, I was in the Container Store, and I found a little travel door alarm, which I thought would be perfect, and could hopefully eliminate the barricade in front of the door. No. Now he uses it IN ADDITION to the stool propped up against the door.
Soon I'm going to have to maneuver around trip wire just to get a glass of water in the middle of the night.
Oh dear. Mine used to keep a fire ladder under his bed when he lived on the 4th floor. Now that we live on the 9th floor, the ladder is too short, and so is a reason to move.
Posted by
Unknown | 1:53 PM
omg, your blog totally made my morning- I have never laughed so hard by myself- I think the girl who sits in the cube next to me thinks I am crazy!!! Definitely not as crazy as Rob though!
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Anonymous | 10:10 AM
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