Last night I was cuddled nicely up in bed. I was half-asleep in that state where you're kind of awake, but not really.
Just as I was drifiting off our bedroom blind flew off the window and landed on the floor.
It scared me half to death.
Thank goodness Phat Daddy was home.
I screamed his name. No response. I screamed it again. No response.
So I got out of bed, stomped over to our bedroom door en route to get Phat Daddy. As I swung the door open there he was. Standing in the doorway. About to open the door.
I was not expecting that and he scared me half to death.
I did the only rational thing in my half-asleep state I screamed and slammed the door in his face.
I'm seriously jumpy these days.
Once I realized it was my beloved husband behind the door (not the boogeyman who knocked the blind down) we both started laughing.
He fixed the blind.
I went back to bed.
Heart attack over.