Let me set the stage: I was blissfully enjoying snooze-land this morning, when I was suddenly jolted awake by the back door slamming...at 4:47 a.m.!!
Mr. : (Walking back into our bedroom, already showered/dressed/raring to go)
- "Why are you up??"
Me : - "Good question! It might have a little something to do with the housequake you just
Mr. : (Trying to look oh so innocent, as if even in a sleepy stupor I would believe this was the
- "You going to stay up? You want me to start the coffee? You could get a jump
start on the day!"
Me : (Becoming a little miffed at the sweetness/innocence/chirpiness Mr. is trying to convey)
- "@#$!*&%!@! Are you kidding me? What do people do vertically at this ungodly hour?"
Mr. : - "You can do whatever you want. Enjoy the peace and quiet, be alone with your thoughts."
Me: (Fluffing my pillow and finding a comfy spot)
- "I WANT to go back to sleep, I was enjoying the peace and quiet before you caused a 6.7 on
the Richter scale, and who has any thoughts at this time?!"
Mr. : (Scratching his head)
- "So, is that a yes or a no on the coffee?"
Me : *DEATH STARE*
Mr. : (Shuffles off to work)
...Yet here I am...still awake. Not enjoying the peace and quiet in the least!