I didn't scream, but I did almost dial 911

As you know my niece Tiffany and her boyfriend Ben have been living with us. It's been nice because they are slowly cleaning my house and although I feel guilty, I am trying to get over it. lol

Last night they went out and bought some brandy and got back after I went to bed. I'm OK with this as they are both well over drinking age. They are usually asleep when I get up to get ready for work and since they leave their door closed, I feel OK to do a mad dash to the bathroom or basement in my undies. This morning I got up and got mostly dressed when I remembered that my shirts were in the laundry room downstairs. So I traipsed down the stairs in my pants and bra, and walked into the laundry room to get a shirt.

Then I went into the downstairs bathroom to pee and brush my hair. The door never stays closed unless you pull it tight, so it swung open when the cats came in. I was talking to them and to myself. Silly things like reminding myself of stuff that needed to be done, and teasing the cats.

I went to my desk and got on Facebook and left a few comments on status that were posted after I went to bed. I was still talking and I think I was singing to myself too. I decided that I couldn't wear my slippers to work because the sole isn't hard enough.  I was telling myself I needed to find my black socks which were in a bag on our computer table. So I got up, turned the light on, and went to the table to look for my socks. I found the bag and in it was also a package of underwear that I had bought. I even said out loud: "ah, there's the underwear I bought."  I grabbed the socks and walked back to my desk and sat down to put my socks on when I heard someone talking. I stopped and stared into the rest of the family room because I thought maybe the cats had hit one of the kids toys that makes noise. I even had a moment when I thought the evil Dora kitchen was talking again. But it was upstairs.

Suddenly I looked at the couch and laying there petting a kitty was some random guy who was quietly talking to the cat. I paused and things running through my head was 1: to scream and 2: to grab the phone and call 911.   But my silly calm caused me to get up, shut the light off, and walk up the stairs. Dan happened to be in the shower so I went into the bathroom and calmly said: "Do you know who that guy is downstairs on our couch?"  Dan said: "Oh, I didn't know he was still here. He's a friend of Ben and Tiff's."  I took a deep breath and was glad I hadn't freaked out. I thought maybe they had drank too much and that's why he stayed. I'm actually OK with that. I mean I truly would not want someone who's been drinking to drive anywhere. I'd rather they stay.   But I was upset that SOMEONE didn't warn me. A note, lipstick on the mirror, wake me up! something.

I guess we will have to have a talk with my roommates.