"Just, you know, making sure you're not dead in a ditch somewhere."

The roommate and I have an oddly protective relationship with each other.

So if I ever feel like the roommate should be home and isn't and I don't know where she is, i'll call her.

And sometimes my messages are a little morbid, because I have a wild imagination and automatically assume the worst.

So last week I forgot the roommate was at her internship and I assumed she was at the barn with her horse.

To put in some context, last year she was at a different barn and at this one time her horse kind of went a little crazy and one night her phone died, her mommy got worried, and told my mommy and my mommy told me. So I drove nearly to Bayfield in the middle of nowhere with my good friend Aaron looking for the roommate because we thought something happened to her.
Turns out she was fine, her phone just died.

Back to last week she didn't pick up so I left her a message that ended something like the title of this blog.

I got my worrying genes from my mother who got it from her mother who got it from her mother and so on until we are back in Sweden about a 1000 years ago and a viking wife is worrying about her husband because he hasn't come back from ransacking villages and shes worried he might be frozen in an iceberg somewhere or possibly eaten by a polar bear.

She was fine.
She was at her internship
But just so you know, if I cant get a hold of you and i'm worried, you might get a message that ends something like what I left for her.

Because I have an irrational imagination.
Sorry about that.