My Blinking Family

Don't blink!

Way, way too scary . . .

For the past few days, we have been visiting with our daughter and son-in-law.

We've had a wonderful time.

Talking.

Walking.

Making puzzles.

Playing games.

Eating.

And they have introduced us to the TV show, Dr. Who.

Yes I know that most of you will have seen this program.

I know I had certainly heard of it.

But I had never actually sat down and watched it.

Our daughter chose, for our first experience, an episode called, “Blink”.

A story of statues that come to life when you aren't looking at them.

And do terrible things to you.

It was, in a word, scary.

Truly frightening.

Chilling enough that I watched the entire thing snuggled close to my Husby.

And holding his hand.

Okay, so . . . brave, I'm not.

Through the last half of the episode, I had to visit the 'little girl's room'.

But was watching the screen so attentively that I . . . didn't.

Once the show had finished, I shivered, then turned on every light as I made my hasty way down the hall.

A few seconds later, much refreshed, I opened the door.

And this is what was sitting on the floor directly in my path.

I screamed.

And heard loud answering laughter from the family room.

I hate my family.