It's April Fool's Day and you would expect a person like me to be too busy short-sheeting beds to stop and blog, right? Well, the joke is clearly on me. I woke up tired and a bit dumpy after a restless night. I had goofy dreams all night long, all because of a ridiculous incident during American Idol last night.
We're all sitting together on the couch and suddenly I see this bright spot of light flickering twice on the french doors in the kitchen. I did my customary, "DID YOU SEE THAT??" little number that I do so well. Steve and I jumped up and started flipping on lights and opening doors, trying to find the source of the light, which to me, was clearly a flashlight yielding intruder. I boldly swung open the front door, yelling, "Killer! Cujo! Get 'em!" Yup. Send the dobermans out. That usually works, right?
Satisfied that we had sufficiently interrupted our show, we sat back down and talked about what the light could be. We have a lot of windows and reflective spots in our house, so we figured maybe it was some flukey thing. Next thing I heard was a loud SLAM coming from the garage entrance area. "WHAT WAS THAT??" I jumped and yelled to Steve. He sat there for a minute. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET OVER THERE AND SEE WHAT THAT WAS!"
"I will, geez, give me a second, will ya?" Was his approximate reply. I reminded him that his job is to protect us, so get out there and protect! "I am protecting you! I'm sitting right by you, right? Nothing can get you...I'M RIGHT HERE!"
"Well, get over THERE and protect me!" I said, probably not very politely. I won't say what he said after that, but let's just say he was doing his best to appease me, but it was not easy.
So, he checked the doors AGAIN, and found the source of the loud bang. Serena's backpack was hanging precariously from her hook, and her large notebook slid out of it onto the floor. Whew...that was a close one! I later tripped over the notebook on my way to the laundry room. "What? you couldn't even put it back?" Oh, whatever!
And that's the 411 on my 4 1 11. Have a fun and foolish one!
1 comment:
That sounds like the time in the middle of the night I could hear a car running idle and it sounded like it was down to the pole barn. Husband won't go check. He told if it bothered me that much go check it out myself. So as I walked out I said don't bother calling the police. If I'm not back in the morning it's probally to late. And that is no April Fools.
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