Was that the guy from "The Hangover?" Oh, wait, that guy will be hungover in the morning...

Snug as a bug in a rug, we were.

Not a creature was stiring, not even Jackson.

The clock struck 4am.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

{whathe?!}

Living in the North End, we expected there to be "interesting moments" of trendy yuppies mixed with high-flying hippies, but this? A disturbing banging at our door at 4am?!

{There goes my beauty sleep}

We are now wide awake.

{AWESOME}

My burley husband immediately grabs his police issued batton and yells in his deep man voice,

"Who is it?"

{We figured if it was someone we knew, they would let us know who they were, we would let them in, then we would smack them around a little bit with the batton for waking us up at 4am...all out of love, of course. Feel free to visit anytime}

No answer.

Chris immediately goes into James Bond mode

{minus the suit and gun because Chris is in his skivies and has his police issued wack-a-man stick}

He hides in a corner.

{He is very stealthy...unlike Jackson}

Chris Tip-toes over to the wall.

{He is quick like a cat...but not our cat}

He peaks through the blinds, out the window.

{Insert James Bond Theme Song}

Then, out of the corner of his eye, Chris see's a large hairy man with a beard on his face that would put Zack Galifianakis to shame.

He is stumbling down the sidewalk.

Away from our house.

{Bye Zack}

Crisis averted. No breaking and entering. No drunk Zack Galifianakis autograph.

No usage of the police issued beat stick.

Whew. That was a close one.

But now it's 4:04 am and we are AWAKE!

AWESOME.

{insert sarcasm}

Next time, when someone (probably drunk), knocks on our door in the middle of the night,

 maybe they will use our cute door knocker that we got as a wedding present.

It even has our name on it.

Because that's what it's there for.