Creepy Weirdo

When we moved here, I was about 7 months pregnant so I didn't really have time to get a job before the baby was born, and I ended up having about two months of just hanging out at home with nothing to do. Besides being really boring, this gave me a lot of time to discover what is on daytime tv. One day, I was watching a show on A&E about an unsolved murder that took place in Houston. When the show was over, I went and got in the shower. Through the sound of the rushing water, I heard a tap tap tapping. My heart began to race.
Holy crap. Someone is in my house.
I hurried and finished showering and hesitantly stepped out. I opened the bathroom door fully expecting to see an axe murderer starting straight at me, but there was no one there. For the next few days I was completely terrified to take a shower when I was home alone, and I decided that I probably shouldn't watch shows about murders that took place in the city where I live.
I don't know if many of you know this about me, but I think that if I wasn't a mom, I would want to be a criminal psychologist.  I guess I'm just fascinated by creepy weirdos. Does that make me a creepy weirdo?

P.S. My Les Mis reading is going wonderfully! I'm on page 446. Not bad for one week's worth of reading.