Hubby was tired. So tired, that no matter how many times I kicked him, begged him to turn over, and pleaded with him to stop snoring, he would not. Nearing tears, I took my blanket and pillow Linus style and dragged my tired, cranky, ticked off, body down the hall to the spare room. Stomping and muttering all the way.
The spare room was such a disaster with boxes and bags piled everywhere, but at least the bed was soft, and empty, and the room was quiet. Sigh.
It wasn’t long before I finally succumbed to the sweet sweet slumber my poor body so desperately needed.
I awoke with a scratchy nose. Irritated, I rubbed my face and rolled over.
Then. Awoke with a start! WHAT THE ???? AHHH!!!!
Something. On, My. Face!
Oh God no. Not more Bats!
Please no, I can’t take more bats in the house!
Muffled a scream, jumped errr I mean fell out of bed.
Knocked over that stack of boxes on top of myself. Oh pain. Ribs. Hurt. Again.
Commando crawled to the light switch. Flicked on the light and revealed…
A Purple Polka Dotted Balloon slowly losing it’s helium and bouncing gently around the room.
I am a freak.
A freak afraid of a balloon.
A freak with one rib out of place.
A freak with a weapon.
A great big needle.
Maybe I do need glasses. There is still time to enter my giveaway to win a free pair! Ends Friday.