I am sitting in bed happily working on the heel flap of my first sock ever, when the doorbell rings, it's like 8:40 at night!

THe dogs freak out barking and willow jumps the baby gate. I was glad, i let toby over the gate as well. They had a fit at the front door. Not to scarey I don't think but better then silence for chicken shit me.

It was a truck, the kind with the open bed in the back, pulled up in the driveway with the lights on.

I never saw a person or persons so I have no idea who it was. I don't see anything on the front door nob but I am to chicken to open the door.

I have no idea why anyone would come at night to my door. WHY is it always on the nights when my husband is out? He is really rarely ever out. It seems everytime he is someone comes to the door and freaks me out. I never answer it.

I am sitting here in my bathrob with a small knife in one pocket and my cell phone in the other. I don't think I'll be able to relax till the hubby gets home. I wish he would hurry.