And in the “why on earth do these things happen to me” weird event of the weekend… a stray bullet landed in my bedroom last night. Seriously. About a foot away from the bed.

I was dead.. eep… let’s say sound instead…asleep, of course, but the husband woke up and immediately went into RAMBO mode and dragged me into the bathroom… which I guess is our unofficial panic room. Who knew.

While I demonstrated my ability to sleep soundly under any situation WHATSOEVER, the hubby went out to investigate and no, there were no gang wars or drug-related duels going on inside my quiet village. He could however hear popping sounds in the distance.

He apparently went to the guards and the nearby police station to raise hell and make a report, but I didn’t know this because I was still snoozing by the shower. I only really woke up when he showed me the bullet itself.

…And then I headed straight back to my comfy non-tiled bed and went back to sleep.

Hey, I was really tired. 

Of course now that I’m fully awake I think of all the horrible things that could have happened and I’m totally freaked out. 

What the hell, right???

Anyway, I guess this - as well as the terrible report of a plane crash yesterday - serves as a sobering reminder that you never really know what’ll happen in your life…

So don’t make assumptions and leave the things that matter to some vague point in the future. Do them now. Live each day like it’s your last, because it very well could be. You really never know. 

I’ll leave you with that little nugget while I go hug the hubby. 

Happy Sunday to all!