I have a funny story. First, though, I have to say that I have the sweetest, most protective boyfriend EVER.
So, the other night we were watching TV when we heard the mail slot in my front door squeaking open and close, open and close. Since the mailman had already been here, it was late, and you can see inside the house when you open it, we both immediately rushed to the front door. Dale was checking the dead bolt and holding the doorknob shut and trying to get me AWAY from the door because I was trying to open it to see who it was and preparing myself to go all Chuck Norris on their ass. He wasn't having it. LOL. Suddenly, mail comes flying through the slot. We looked at each other and laughed because it became obvious some neighbor got my mail by mistake and was getting it to me. How nice. The next night, Dale presented me with the pictured pink can of mace. As he handed it to me, he saw my expression and conceded to say, "Just please spray first, THEN you kick them in the face, OK?" ROFLMAO!!! He knows me all too well.
So, the other night we were watching TV when we heard the mail slot in my front door squeaking open and close, open and close. Since the mailman had already been here, it was late, and you can see inside the house when you open it, we both immediately rushed to the front door. Dale was checking the dead bolt and holding the doorknob shut and trying to get me AWAY from the door because I was trying to open it to see who it was and preparing myself to go all Chuck Norris on their ass. He wasn't having it. LOL. Suddenly, mail comes flying through the slot. We looked at each other and laughed because it became obvious some neighbor got my mail by mistake and was getting it to me. How nice. The next night, Dale presented me with the pictured pink can of mace. As he handed it to me, he saw my expression and conceded to say, "Just please spray first, THEN you kick them in the face, OK?" ROFLMAO!!! He knows me all too well.
