Yer Freakin' Me Out!

Does this man freak YOU out?
Didn't think so.

My husband and I have had a very strange unintentional running gag going on. I'm not a fan.

It's downright weird. I'll be cooking dinner with the baby nearby, knowing that Dave is upstairs in our office, when he suddenly (and silently) slips in through the doorway and suddenly speaks. I jump. My hand automatically grasps at my chest, presumably because I have to place my heart back in its original position. I am downright FREAKED OUT. He might as well have said, "Boo!" But, that's the thing. He doesn't intend to scare me. Seriously, he doesn't! He's not that type of a guy. We don't pull pranks or do overtly silly things (unless it involves the baby or cats).

It can happen anywhere. In the middle of a crowded grocery store -- there are tons of people around, but he appears from grabbing a coffee and *bam* I jump three feet then get a full-body shiver goin' on. He comes back from the bathroom at a restaurant. He comes down cellar where I'm intently working on laundry. There have been so many examples, I can't remember them all. Yes, that many!

Why am I writing about such a silly phenomenon? Well, because there's a part of me that thinks it's hysterical. But, more importantly, I'm hoping that by writing about it, it'll be my cure; like holding one's breath or taking sugar water for hiccups. Now that I've written it down and put it out there for the world to see, I'm fully intending to no longer be frightened by my hubs.

One can wish, right?

What the hell's the matter with me, anyway?!?! Hee hee. Accepting responses in the comments below. ;-) Have a great day!