I just realized that Jeff and I ALWAYS lock our bedroom doors when we go to bed.
Apparently we do not trust each other. I have reason to believe that he (or one of our friends [Katrina]) might slip into my room at night and do something. But when have I ever gone into his room? Once. Yesterday. To help him put his mattress back. Don’t worry, Jeff. I’ll find a way to get back at you. I’m just biding my time.










Forever!
