Howdy! This is Mandy. I can say "howdy" because I'm from Texas. Where we ride horses to work, carry handguns, and say "howdy."
Actually, I don't do any of those things. And I certainly don't say "howdy." Even though I went to Texas A&M, where it's a tradition to say "howdy" to strangers when you walk across campus. But you know what? Nobody said it. Unless it was to a group of high school students touring the campus, or a cute member of the opposite sex. Although don't tell my husband I didn't say "howdy" in college. He's way into the
Man, I'm easily distracted. And yeah, that was a lot of Aggie references that most likely nobody will get. So let's move on, shall we?
I'm here guest-blogging for my buddy Ellyn because she's having a hard week. Either that, or she's making all of it up because she's too lazy too blog.
(I know, I'm a terrible friend.)
(But really, pray for her.)
Let's move on.
So last night, Ellyn and I were video chatting (three cheers for technology!). It was late at night and she was the only adult in the house. All was quiet and peaceful - no children were screaming and no dogs were barking (though the one with the name that sounds like mine was jumping on the couch, which was bad for me because every time Ellyn would say "Mandy! Get off the couch!" I would think she was yelling at me to get off my couch. And then I was sad. Because I like sitting on my couch).
Everything was nice. El and I were talking about something deep, theological, and profound (read: arguing about the correct grammatical use of the word "prude"), when all of the sudden, I saw a dark figure behind Ellyn. As fast as it had appeared, it vanished.
"Did you see that?" I asked, startled.
"See what?" she asked.
"I thought I saw somebody behind you!" I replied, concerned.
Ellyn looked behind her, then back at the screen. Once again, the figure appeared behind her and vanished. This time, she saw it. She spun around again and then looked back at me, frightened.
"What was that?" I asked.
"I don't know!" she replied. "I'm really starting to get freaked out!"
As we were talking about it, we saw it once again, this time a little bit longer. Ellyn's face registered recognition and she burst out laughing.
"That was my leg," she explained. She had her foot up on the couch and her knee was staying back and forth in front of the camera every so often, just long enough to make it look like there was something behind her for a second.
Lucky for her, the leg didn't attack.
Dun dun duuuuun.