Today was kindof a random day.
Mom and I didn't have much of a plan and yet we started driving anyways. We ended up going to the mall, which we just turned around and left. So we decided to go to the movies. All I've been wanting to see was the Stepfather. And it just started so we went in. In the end, BEST. MOVIE. EVER. There were many times I wanted to scream but I didn't! ;) The movie ended and I was very proud of myself!
We finally made it to Target after and were looking around the bread area just talking about how awesome the movie was and how it was scary 'cause it really could happen when all the sudden.....
CRABAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There was a horrible crash just behind me, only inches away. A small squeal ran from my mouth and I fell to the ground crying.
It was only a worker pushing a cart through the double-doors to the bakery... Crying and trying to breath I stood up to face my mom, who was laughing at me...
I love, and I mean love, scary movies.
Just maybe, scary movies don't love me so much...
