Ready, Set, Hide!

"Hide!" was all the text message said.

And like a little girl up past her bedtime I raced into the bedroom and hid under a blanket.
Our landlord was on her way up to get our rent and I didn't want to face her and the inevitable question, "So, what did you think of my friend?" I am too chicken to tell her what I really thought, but I am pretty sure the text messages and phone calls (scusi!) that I never returned said it clearly enough to him. So, instead, Nicki paid our rent while I pretended not to be there.

Shameless, I know.