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.
R.I.P Balloon.
Mwah!
Maybe I do need glasses. There is still time to enter my giveaway to win a free pair! Ends Friday.
Oh no, sounds like my life;-)
You had me cracking up here 🙂 Love your very descriptive experience!
Love your blog. Glad I am not the only one with a messy spare room!
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That balloon would freak me out in the middle of the night too.
Oh my… deflating ballons can be so scarey in the dark… just ask my 17 yr old daughter!!
OMG! I got nervous for you when you mentioned bats, thinking you better get yourself to the doctors…then I saw the balloon. I actually breath a sigh of relief and then laughed. Sorry you still got hurt in the process.
That balloon totally deserved what it got!
Eeek! Better a balloon than a bat…. that would freak me out too.
oh my gosh, that’s the WORST!! when you’re tired and can’t sleep. i’ve cried over that many a time. sorry you had a bad night!!
Poor Balloon, what did it do to deserve such treatment?
ha. one night out on the golf course (not playing golf) we were surprised by a balloon with a candle in it floating across the greens…scared the daylights out of us…
Poor You! Poor pretty balloon!!!
I hope you feel better soon!
HAHAHA! OMG I often have to leave the comfort of my bed when LW is snoring to head to the couch. But never have I had a little balloon tickle my nose…a cat yes….but not a balloon. 🙂
Bats??? Ewww. So glad for you that it was a balloon!
Mr. Debbie is a snorer, but also wants the windows closed…I want them open, so every now and then I creep off in the dead of night to get in the spare bed…cool sheets and breeze through the open window. And no snoring! 🙂
OUCH!
I have to say a deflating ballon landing on my face in the middle of the night would freak me out too.
Hope your ribs feel better soon!