cause i just found out what makes me mess mine. i was just sitting down to a little dinner, as i'm trying to finish listening to the very last cd of harry potter #5... its what i've been doing all day, while cleaning, napping, lazing... whatever i was doing, harry potter was on in the background. (i actually enjoyed it, cause i didn't have the tv on) ok... so back to the point... sitting down to dinner... and all of a sudden i hear this loud crashing of what sounds like the bad guy sneaking into my house tripping and falling back down the stairs, to the front door. i muttered some swear words & looked at myself. i had a moment. i thought "i'm about to have to go beat the hell out of someone... in my g's. maybe i should've had clothes on today... oh well, here goes!" I rounded the corner stealthy-like and looked down the stairs, to find that the two pictures krystal had hanging in the stairwell of her daughter, had simultaneously fallen off the wall & crashed all the way down the stairs. they're broken. but i'm too scaredy to go down there... i'll have to approach that demon in the morning. i did grab my camera... mainly cause the zoom could help me see better, but also so i could document my freakiness. i don't know why they fell off the wall. that wall is the one shared wall my house has with my neighbors. and its their bedroom. ew! "if this walls a rocking, don't come a knocking" so i'm not going to bother them, but i should. my peaceful night was probably just ruined due to their lack of moving the bed away from the wall...and yes... i'm still shaking. my heart is still pounding... its been 10 minutes at least!
Friday morning update: I just went down there... Here's a few more pictures of the mess I found. luckily no glass was broken. but i have chunks out of the wall and marks on the banister now that won't soon go away!