Earlier this week, Mike and I were about to walk into our apartment when I noticed a light shining through the blinds.
Me: Huh…the light in the living room is on.
Boy: I don’t remember leaving the light on.
We paused for a moment, looked at each other and then shrugged shoulders. He unlocked the door and swung it open as I peeped from behind him.
Me: The t.v. and xbox are still here, we’re good.
Boy: Should I look around though?
I’m here to report that we indeed left the light on and no one was hiding in another room. Normally I’m the paranoid lady checking behind every door with ninja-like stealth, but I just didn’t care that night. I was lazy.