Jul 30
love is blind
It’s hot here right now. Like, HOT. Maybe not as hot as it is in Arizona, or California, or Nevada, but it was 92 degrees here today, and humid, and it’s ridiculous for it to be like that, because there is no A/C in these houses.
Our bedroom is on the second floor, and while we leave all the blinds down during the day, the heat is still rising up and collecting in this big pocket of hell’s flames around our bed. Since I’m a hot sleeper anyway, and spend any number of nights waking up in a puddle with sweat dripping between my boobs, this extra heat just adds to the misery. I’ve kept John awake many, many nights with my tossing and turning, and while he is the nicest man in the world, I can tell it’s sort of irritating.
The other night, long after John had fallen asleep, I realized it was going to be particularly bad, with the tossing and turning and adjusting and dripping and sighing, so I had this conversation with my husband:
me: “John. John. John!”
John: “…”
me: “Hey, so, it’s pretty hot tonight, so I might go sleep downstairs on the couch. If I wake you up with my tossing and turning, let me know and I’ll head down, okay?”
John: “…”
me: “Okay?”
John: “…”
me: “…okay?”
John: “You WOKE. ME. UP.”
I quickly got the hint. I didn’t sleep any better on the couch.
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The next morning, I woke up and started my morning routine–John gets the coffee pot filled with water and puts a filter in before we go to bed, I grind the coffee beans and start the pot when I wake up. Usually when I do this, both the cats are following me around, rubbing on my legs, eager for their morning scratch. However, that particular morning, I just had one friend. I was instantly worried, because the girl cat discovered she could get outside through the laundry room last week and since then has been Harry Houdini. I was convinced she had gotten outside, and after a quick search headed to the side door. The minute I opened it, however, two things happened: one, my missing cat came all feliney down the stairs, and my not missing cat bolted out the open door. Immediately after that, a bird flew down and swooped him, and he jumped into the empty lot next to our house.
I panicked because while I like both of our cats, it’s not an even amount, and this one is my favorite. I ADORE my cat. I didn’t want him lost. So I ran upstairs, threw open the bedroom door, and said this to my peacefully sleeping husband:
me: “John. John. JOHN!”
John: “…”
me: “Hey. Sorry, but Peanut got outside! He is in the field!”
John: “…”
me: “…I can get him.”
I don’t know why my husband loves me so much.
Tschuss!!
July 31st, 2008 at 4:24 am
I need to work on that “…” response. It seems to work better for John than the “Okay, I’ll go check” response I’ve been doing for years. Why is it that I’M the one who has to get chopped to bits by the chainsaw weilding zombie waiting for us downstairs?
July 31st, 2008 at 5:39 am
Chris - Because that’s a man job. You’re stuck with that one.
August 1st, 2008 at 3:56 pm
Did you rescue Peanut???
August 1st, 2008 at 8:56 pm
You are the cutest, you know that?? xo PS: Happy early birthday!!
August 1st, 2008 at 10:15 pm
youre nicer to your cats than we are we throw them outisde sometimes just to get a break from them lol… they dont go far they know where they get fed… they come back eventually lol
August 2nd, 2008 at 2:32 pm
FG - Oh! Yes, I did. He’s a big sissy, and once I opened the can of wet food, he immediately came running.
MD - Thanks, love.
Rodney - Ugh, I would NEVER do that. I’d die of worry!
August 3rd, 2008 at 5:45 am
my oldest cat spent the day with me in the garage today… garage door wide open while I put together a dresser… she sat there and watched lol