Nutcracker Girl VS Second Breakfastman I

It was 10 on a Saturday morning. I sat in my La-Z-Boy, rocking slowly back and forth, surveying my surroundings. I sipped on my 2nd coffee of the morning, eyes squinting around the room. It was quiet... too quiet. The kids were playing with their Lego quietly, and the pool pump was going. I had a sense of uneasiness - something just didn't feel right. My senses tingled. I knew it was time to…