Andy Samberg plays a crazy, creepy roommate on SNL (opposite my favorite teen pop idol, Justin Bieber). If you've never seen it, check it out on Hulu. It is HIL-ARIOUS.
I'm fairly positive I'm living with the real life roommate, Big E.
Now that his crib has been converted to a bed, I can expect to see Big E in any location at any time in the house.
It has put me on edge.
After I put the Yoys to bed, I usually take a shower. I'll be showering away and turn around to see Big E standing in the doorway.
Excuse me while I restart my heart.
Tonight I was on the elliptical working off my Willy's dinner. Big E had been in bed about 45 minutes. I thought I was safe.
MOMMY, I HAVE TO PEE!
After I removed myself from the ceiling drywall, I look over to see Big E standing in the doorway with his tighty whities and jammies dropped around his ankles.
I stifled a laugh.
I don't know how much more of this my heart can take.
I'm already marginally uncomfortable living in my house, but now I have to worry about sneak attacks from my son.
I'm thinking of installing some sort of chime on his door when it opens.
Or maybe do something old school, like a banana peel outside Big E's door. That should stop him in his tracks, at least it always did on Scooby-Doo.
Big E, not as scary as Andy, but just as startling.
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