While at the mall last weekend, Alyssa’s friend purchased a book. On the way home, she was reading the book and found a quiz. Both A and S took the quiz and then they asked me the questions.
When we were done, I was declared to be a purple chair. Not sure what that means but S began reading the personality traits of a purple chair.
I didn’t actually pay that much attention to what she was saying until she mentioned my love of secret doors.
“I DO love secret doors,” I gasped. “I’ve always wanted to have secret doors and passageways all through my house.”
Everyone in the car laughed but I was actually serious.
I’ve had so many dreams involving secret doors and rooms and passageways.
I’ve imagined cutting a secret door between the closets in the girls’ room and the guest room in our house. There are other places I’ve considered putting secret doors or rooms.
It’s all just so fascinating.
I mean, imagine the zombie apocalypse. Now imagine roaming walkers and hungry people who are willing to do just about anything to take what is yours.
If we had a secret room in our house, we could hide in there, with all our supplies, until the zombies and humans finished ransacking the rest of house, finding nothing of use because, duh, it’s all in the secret room, that’s…yep, a secret!
I might have given this too much thought.