I’m usually a pretty sound sleeper, thanks to tylenol pm. Add ear plugs to the equation and I’m good for a solid 8 or 10. I know that seems excessive, but all this magic must be fed and I always have a hankering for sleep.
Stubby hubs hunk will be the first one to remind you all of our smooth trip to the airport in June. The one that started with our 5:00 am alarm not going off. I would like at this time to defend my alarm setting abilities (or perceived lack there of) on power outages from summer storms. Because of his love of regaling the ways I have failed the family ( I would like to add at this time we made it to the airport in record time, slipped right through security, and walked right onto the plane. Who needs breakfast?) I have become a little paranoid about having to get up to the alarm. Despite stubs’ ever present offer to set his alarm as well ( everyone knows that he majored in alarm setting) last night i decided to go it alone. This may have been why I had a hard time reaching REM. I may have been a bit nervous about getting up for my meeting this morning.
After counting the entire planet’s sheep….twice, I think I managed to slip into the abyss. Just as I was really starting to BE someone in my dream, something brought me back to the surface. What was that you ask? Well, it was stubby hubs hunk doing the cha-cha.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I ask sweetly
“scratching, sorry, mosquito bites.”
I’ll do you a favor and not repeat my loving thoughts that were an unspoken response. Suffice it to say that my love was “dancing” most of the night, despite repeated silent suggestions that he put some cortisone on that thing.
Let’s just say that we’re going old school in the monkey house.
Think Desi and Lucy.
Now I wonder how we can get two king sized beds in our room?