It is 1:15am. I hear Jake coming up the stairs. He had fallen asleep on the couch and I in the bed. As I'm drifting back off I hear thunder.
Damn!! I asked him twice to bring in the four wheeler, I bet it's still outside.
I jump out of bed, run down the stairs and onto the back porch. The rain is REALLY coming down. Adjust contacts, ADJUST!! Yup, there it is, out in the rain.
I open the door and almost turn back. The gutter must be clogged because in front of the door is a wall of water. I step out, I am wet, like just got out of the shower wet. No turning back now.
I run down the sidewalk into the yard, grab up the miniature 4 wheeler that my son loves so much and head back in under the waterfall thereby assuring that there is not a dry spot on my body.
I head into the bathroom, strip down to my undies and grab a towel. I head up stairs and turn on the closet light in an effort to find something new to wear back to bed.
1:28 I climb back into bed.
"Next time.... Please. Bring. In. The. 4. Wheeler.... !!" (Said through clenched teeth)
"Did you go out and get it? I didn't even know you were gone."
Grrr.....
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
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3 comments:
Sounds like your night was as bad as mine! ;)
Oh man.... I have been there! Though not quite as bad, I am always reminding Dan to bringin the toys-- and it never happens!
Oh....that is such a "man thing"....*sigh*
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