I had a heart attack tonight at the hands of my soon-to-be-ex-husband.
OK, so I'm sort of kidding about the divorce thing...maybe.
I was sitting here just a few precious minutes ago in quiet solitude writing thank you notes. Did I mention it's quiet? All the guys (including the husband person) were asleep-- so I thought.
All of a sudden, I hear hubs cry out "give me back my covers."
After a few moments, he said it again...this time louder. "Quit taking my covers!"
Now, let me say that D. was tucked safely in his bed and our 5 week old was not in the bed with my hubby, either. My first thought was that he was having a bad dream. But, then I got spooked. Who or WHAT kept taking my husband's covers? I got up slowly, walked down the hallway and turned the corner into our bedroom where I proceeded to scream out in utter terror.
There, lying in my spot in the bed, was an 8 ft. illuminated Santa Clause humming like only a never-to-be-used-in-my-yard-again inflatable object can. I have never seen my husband laugh so hard.
I wonder what time the courthouse opens?