Dan and Jen’s Blog

On Sunday night, we made our way back to Louisville from St. Louis.  Dan  went fishing with his dad and brother-in-law at Montauk State Park in  Missiouri.  When we walked into our apartment with our bags, we heard  two strange noises: a strange mechanical sound coming from deeper inside  of our apartment and a vibrating noise coming from one of our bags.  The  noise from the bag was not scary, considering the electronics that we  carry with us on a regular basis.  The noise from inside our apartment  was very ominous because it could have been a person, an animal, some  horrible water leak, etc.  Dan cautiously crept down the hallway with  his trusty Maglite poised to both illuminate and attack (they’re heavy  and metal and could do much damage).  I stood by the door, worried and  intrigued, waiting for the answer.  Dan cocked his head toward each of  the rooms, listening intently for the origin of the noise until he  ultimately squared off toward the bathroom to face the noisy menace.  He  quizzically stepped forward as I asked “What? What is it?  Is there a  water leak?,” picturing ruined tile, plaster, and massively inconvenient  maintenance work.  Chuckles erupted from my sweet protector, then “Jen!  Come here.”  He hastily came out of the bathroom and strode into the  living room where our bags sat and a noise still emanated.  I scurried  into the bathroom to find my razor (one of those Venus Vibrance  battery-powered razors) turned on and laying upside down near the drain,  rocking back and forth.  I turned it off, laid it on the side of the tub  and peered out into the living room to ask Dan what the other noise  was.  He gleefully lifted up his own still-buzzing razor (the man  version) from his travel bag and with much dismay asked “What are the  odds of that?”