Lately, I have been waking up at something like 3 in the morning. Not fun. The past two weeks the hubby has been on break, and he too has been having trouble sleeping. Last night we both went to bed around 10:30, each with hopes of sleeping through the entire night. Silly people.
I woke up around 3, having my usual "I can't breathe" moment, so got up for a bit. I was in what we call "my room" where my computer/home office is set up. It is at the other end of the house from our bedroom. Quatlieu and I were checking emails, facebook, etc. trying to keep quiet so not to wake anyone else.
Apparently no one told Archie, our ancient little dog. He woke up and decided "must be time for a potty break", and let the hubby know by stomping across his kidneys while he was asleep. Needless to say, the hubby got up and stumbled out of the bed towards the front door to let Archie out. Quatlieu and I were completely unaware of all this.
That is until we heard the swearing.
My husband is a quiet man most of the time. However, given the occasion, he can let loose with the most entertaining verbal outbursts. I came out of the room, turned on the hall light only to see him stomping around, yelling "F#$K F#$K F#$K D@$M" with what turned out to be a dog turd stuck to the bottom of his foot.
Now, I have learned over the years, laughing at the hubby when he is in the middle of one of his rants only pisses him off even more. But I got to tell you, I was laughing so hard I was crying. He eventually saw the humor in the situation. Especially since I had to comment that he hadn't thrown in any "c*#k s(*kers" in the mix.
Did I mention how I just love these early morning get-togethers?
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