Friday, June 28, 2013

Thumps and Bumps and Bruises Oh My

So K and I were lying in bed last night, and something made me ask if he got up in the middle of the night to close the window. 

He looks at me out of the corner of his eye and says:

“Did I get up last night?  Well, strange that you ask, but in fact I did.  And I’m surprised I didn’t wake you up.  In fact, I was sure I was going to wake up the kids.”

So I look at him for a minute while he takes a sip of beer.

“I got up to go pee, and on the way tripped over the dog and ran into your dresser.  Then I cracked my hip on the bed so hard that I shook the whole bed.  How you slept through that I’m not sure.  Then I ran into the closet door on the way, which you know, they’re hollow, so it slammed shut and bounced back open.”

By this time I’m laughing, because it’s pretty funny, and in fact I had not woken up to it.  He takes another swig of beer and continues.

“Then I managed to drop the toilet seat, and man was that loud.  I ran into the bathroom door on the way back out.  Then I somehow knocked off the cover to the tall candle holder (which is metal), and it came crashing down on the glass table.  THEN I managed to get into bed.  It’s amazing I didn't manage to wake up the whole neighborhood.”

Needless to say by this time I was laughing so hard that I was wiping the tears away.  Nope, I don’t remember waking up to any of this.  I must have been dead to the world asleep.  But I’m curious if there are any bruises.

The best part?  I’m still not sure if it was last night or not that he got up to close the window.

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