There's something I haven't told you about Mr. Wonderful. Something, apart from all of his wonderfulness. Something, that may, perhaps, surprise you.
(Before I go on...please take note of his shirt. He's such a good sport! And...er...without sounding too Pioneer Womanish...how 'bout those forearms? *swoon*)
He's kind of a wimp. No...No, WAIT!! I don't mean wussy, sissy, weak "wimpy" (not that, you know, there's anything wrong with wussy, sissy, weak wimps)...it's just that...well...he scares easily.
Easily is an understatement...and, acutally, not so much "scares" as "aaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh" startles.
And, there's something I haven't told you about me. You know, aside from my quirky, weird, wacky silliness.
I like to scare people. Nah...nope...scratch that. I like to scare Mr. Wonderful!
9 1/2 times out of 10, when he gets home from work, I'll hide behind the door and jump out with a big ol' "BOO"! His immediate reaction is to jump backwards, arms flung wide and let out a grunty gasping "UH!"
MY immediate reaction is to die.
In hysterics, doubled over, clutching my belly, laughing my butt off. (Side note...wouldn't it be nice if we actually could laugh our butts off? Or, more preferably, in my case, my saddlebags? I'd be scaring my husband every chance I got!)
Sleep, is an especially hysterical time to startle him. I wish I had a video camera...just so I could show you, in living color, how unbelievably funny he is!
I woke him last night for his time for Adoration, and it went something like this:
Me, whispering, "Hey, hon..." shaking him gently...
He, "HUH?! Wha'? HUH? HUH! Wha?" Looking around wildly with arms and hands all karate stylish (this is where I've learned to keep my distance...lest I want to be wacked by his flailing arms).
Me, grinning, "Ah..."
He, "WHA?! HUH??? HUH! Wha'? Wha?!" looking side to side...hands still karate style.
Me, "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ha!! *snort* Hahahaha!!!! Hee hee! HA! *snort snicker giggle* Ha ha! Um...Bwahaha! You need to...hahaha!! go to adoration. Bwahahaha!!!!"
And then he left.
Guess where I was waiting when he came home?