You know your a baby when....

I'll be the first to admit that I am a baby. I am scared of the dark and I'm not afraid to admit. On Tuesday's Brian has a night class and he doesn't get home till after 8pm. I am usually fine, but tonight was a different story. Hunter and I were watching House and all of the sudden I hear someone or something scratching at my door. So I mute the T.V to make sure it wasn't my wild imagination, which unfortunately tonight it wasn't. I looked out our little peep hole and couldn't see anything, but I could still hear the scratching. We don't have anything on our door so I was beginning to freak out a little. I text messaged Brian to get his butt home, but he was giving a presentation tonight and didn't get it. I was half way tempted to call the police to come and check it out, but I figured I was making a bigger deal out of it. So I called my sister Kacie, they live like 2 minutes away. She was kind enough to come over and protect me. I would have opened the door before she got there, or even before I called her, but I have Hunter with me and I didn't want something to happen where I couldn't protect him. When she got here I finally figured out what it was. The scouts in our ward put the food drive notices on my door and with the wind it was scratching the door. So by now I felt like a total dork, but Kacie was nice about and didn't tease me to much. I'm not sure why I'm telling you all this sad story, but I figure someone will get a good laugh out it, so I guess it's worth it.