Echo

So I'm all alone in the house. My father-in-law is on a job site in Casper right now, which is, according to Google Maps, 140 miles (or 2 hours, 46 minutes), but 193 miles (3 hours, 57 minutes) the way they actually drove.

It's kind of creepy being alone in my in-laws little house. I know I've mentioned it, but I live on a ranch in the middle of nowhere. I don't even live within any city's limits. It's never made me jumpy before, but I am the most paranoid person you'll probably ever meet. I prefer to think of it as being cautious, but I doubt anybody agrees with me. For example, this evening, there was a storm that shook the house, and the gusts of wind made the tree branches scrape against the ground. I freaked, called Gabe, and ruined his dinner by asking what to do just in case of a tornado. Like, hey, I know you're enjoying your Bloomin' Onions, but just in case I die, could you tell my mother I love her?

Luckily, as I mentioned in my Twitter, I have hit the motherlode of beauty-products in the back closet by the bathroom, so I've had plenty to do. I've never ventured inside it before, except to get bandaids or aspirin, but it's always been an option. One of the first things Gabe's mom told me when we moved in was to help myself to any of the beauty crap they keep accumulating back there. They often buy things, try them once, and then toss them in that closet. For the last six or seven hours, I've been having what Smacky refered to as a solo slumber party. I've played with moisturizers, creams, nail polishes, basically enjoying the fact that I have two days to myself to be as much of a girl as I want. I love playing with makeup curling irons as much as I did when I was younger. The only downside is that most of the abandoned makeup is lipstick, and even though I'm girly to the core, I never wear lipstick.

Anyway, I'm a little scared to be alone in this house right now. What if somebody broke in? I don't know if they even have a gun, much less where they would keep it. I'm armed only with an arsenal of abandoned, once-used-and-forgotten beauty supplies from the back closet. So if a thief shows up, all I can offer is the TV's and and maybe an eyebrow waxing.