March 19 - Boo

If anyone was curious as to whether I’ve done my laundry: the answer is no. (Despite my valiant efforts.) Saturday morning I got myself up and at em, ready to seize those washing machines, and could not find my key to the laundry room anywhere. Yes, my laundry room has a completely separate key. No, I do not keep that key with the rest of my keys. Yes, that maybe wasn’t my smartest idea. I looked and looked - I even emptied out my entire hamper and went through every pocket I could think of - until I finally admitted defeat and texted my landlord. She told me that she would get me a key, but unfortunately did not give me a guesstimate of when. So. My hamper remains full.

Tonight I walked over to Alex’s place for dinner. He’d told me to take my time getting there because he still had to go to the grocery store, so I watched the end of the MSU - Marquette game and slowly got my things together. I brought my key to his place just in case and, sure enough, when I got there 16 minutes later, there was no answer to his door buzzer.

I’m letting myself in. I texted him. No answer, but Alex isn’t usually the type to send unnecessary texts. The most I would have gotten back was a thumbs up.

I got out my computer and started designing out an email for tomorrow when I heard the doorknob jiggle. Honestly, that should have been his first clue. I didn’t re-lock it.

He stepped inside, and I really think his soul momentarily left his body when he saw me sitting there on the couch. I’ve never actually seen Alex scared, I don’t think. Until tonight.

I texted you!!! I immediately jumped to defend myself.

He started laughing. Well, yup, I have not checked my phone.

Call me evil… but that was fun. I don’t think I’ll make it a habit to sneak into his apartment, but every once in a while it might add just the right touch of -drama-.