Y’all! I’ve never been in trouble in my life. Like ever. I back talked one teacher in my entire life. I’m just a natural born rule follower. I know, it’s annoying, but it keeps me sane and I’m okay with it. Anyway, I guess you’re wondering the point of this… Well, I want you to imagine my surprise and shock when a detective came to the door asking for a Samantha. Yeah, spit out your water (or wine in my case) because that’s exactly what I almost did. It goes a little something like this. Daniel and I are having a glass of wine, watching tv, and just hanging out when someone bangs on the door. Like hard. With a purpose. We look at each other like who the heck is banging on our door and why?! UUGGGHHH! *Thankfully we were wearing pants* Meanwhile, Daniel opens the door because, well, he’s a gentleman, and their conversation goes a little something like this:
*Daniel goes to door*
Keep in mind this guy is all work and no play… deep voice, slacks, button down, big gold badge, serious look on his face…
Detective: Hi I’m detective so and so and I’m looking for someone but I’m not sure if I have the right address.
Daniel: Cool, how may I help?
Detective: Do you know a Samantha?
This is where Daniel’s looking at me sideways, grinning, and I’m dying on the inside, trying to get off the couch, no bra, wine in hand trying to head to the door. I figured he would be looking for someone that lived in our apartment previously and it be the wrong name completely, but no.
Daniel: Why, yes, my wife’s name is Samantha.
Detective: Does she have a little brother named Zane? *enter angels singing here*
Daniel: No, she’s been an only child for as long as I’ve known her
By this time I’ve made it to the door, set my wine down on the bar and the detective looks at me and says, “you must be Samantha.” Meanwhile, I’m shaking and trying not to cry thinking my parents had a secret kid that I didn’t know about. He thanked us for our time and left, but it was just about the most ridiculous thing that has ever happened to me. I called my mom right after he left and made sure to tease her just a little and make sure they had no kids after me. It was also in that moment when I decided that a life of crime was not for me, no matter how much I tell Daniel I’m trying to channel by inner Bonnie. I also don’t know who Zane is, but you’ve screwed up, boy…
Hi! My name is Samantha and I live in Houston, Texas. I am married to my best friend, Daniel, and we have two cats, Jack and Belle. This blog will chronicle our adventures as newlyweds and moving away from our small Texas town.