Last night I was awake after 11:00 pm, having pushed back my inevitable bedtime with chores until I knew I was just being ridiculous. Kenny was working late and I didn't expect him to be home before 1:00 am, but as I got into my pajamas and pulled back the covers, I heard the key in the lock and the door open. Wow - Kenny was right when he said he didn't think the night's shift would take long. Without opening our bedroom door, I called out, "You're home early, honey!"
Kenny responded with a little joke: "I'm not your husband!!!" he growled, and charged for the bedroom door. He only stopped when I let out a blood-curdling scream! The bedroom door was ripped open and my husband stood there, alarmed and chagrined. "I'm so sorry - are you all right?!"
I laughed and gave him a piece of my mind about sneaking up and scaring me late at night. I really did know it was him, but the suggestion that it might not be him, even one so slight (after all, that was his key in the door that I heard) had enough power to make me shriek out loud! He felt so sorry for scaring me, but not abashed enough not to say, "So, is that what you are going to do when an intruder breaks in? Stand still and scream?" "You're lucky I don't remember the combination to our gun safe!" I retorted. "I really, really hope I didn't scare the neighbors."
What a brat.
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Ha ha ha ha!!! I remember a story our old buddy Emily once told me about a friend whose husband was on a business trip and came home early. She'd been psyching herself out with scary movies or something and was trying to calm down and go to sleep when she heard her husband come into the house. Not knowing it was him, she grabbed the baseball bat they kept under the bed and proceeded to whack the crap out of him until he yelled, "Honey, it's ME!"!!! I believe she even broke his arm. That's what you get when you come home late and unannounced!
Oh, that's too funny! Just before he came home I WAS psyching myself out, thinking, "I don't exactly remember leaving that cupboard door open in the kitchen - what if my house was haunted?" So yeah, despite knowing it was him, at least being 90% sure it was him, I was ready to scream and freak out! Perhaps all husbands returning late should be expected to pause at the door, clearly state the perimiter password, and proceed with hands above their heads until all wives are sure it's really them!
I have my own story, too. Sarah (as in Taylor-Bragonje) invited us to a dinner talent show put on by her grad progrem. After it was over we stayed so Stephen could help her put the tables and chairs away, etc. Being about 5.5 months pregnant I had to take a leak. I walked down the corridor to the loo and kept thinking to myself how many homeless people there are in Provo, and how this building has been unlocked all event. I decided to stop psyching myself out, hurry and do my business and leave. As I came out of the bathroom I heard this growl, like a man not a dog. I booked it down that hall as fast as my pregnant belly would allow, schreeching. Then I heard Stephen start laughing. I was sooooo livid, and already emotional from the pregnancy that I sobbed the whole ride home.
Okay, that is TOTALLY NOT FAIR!!! Not only were you scared, but you were PREGNANT and couldn't run fast! That is sooooo mean! : P
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