So last night, we're chilling in bed winding down for the night. I'm on my laptop doing some work, and the baby maker is falling asleep. Pretty normal until... THUD!I heard/felt what sounded like somebody jumping out of a tree onto the roof above our bedroom. As I'm going into Ninja mode looking for the nearest weapon of choice, Beth rolls over and says "Is it 8:35?" I'm like "Screw what time it is - Spiderman's about to get stabbed with this candle holder!" She rolls back over and says "If it's 8:35, the space shuttle just landed in Cape Canaveral."
Candle holder in one hand and alarm clock cord in the other (to strangle, then stab), I whirl around to see that it is indeed 8:35. However, lesson be learned. Next time the Tortuga from Lady in the Water tries to break through our roof and steal our unborn child, I'll be ready.
*Disclaimer - My wife was groggy and half asleep, so if asked she may not recall the true readiness of her husband and verify the details of this story.
J.....what can I say.....I'm not sure I want to come visit....will I be taking my life into my own hands if I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom? Love you--even though you are a bit crazy (tee-hee), mom xo
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