stinkerbelle
In a #10 sort of way?<br><font color=green>Sometim
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well...that's the story DH is going to tell his coworkers today anyway...
Last night around 11pm...I'm laying in bed, lights off, DH is futzing down the hall on the computer. Hall light is on. He shuts the PC down, takes the dog out to do her business, she runs right back upstairs to our bedroom to wait for her "good night cookie". DH shuts all the lights off in the house and walks up the stairs.
He's moving pretty fast so I assume he can see in the dark ok.
He walks into the bedroom...goes to his nightstand (opposite side of the room), drops off his watch/pager/bracelet, and walks back across the room to the door to the bathroom.
Mind you...the dog is still waiting for her good night cookie.
DH trips over the dog and takes a face plant into the door. I jump out of bed, turn on the light, and make sure he's okay.
He says he's fine, doesn't want an ice pack...and continues to get ready for bed.
He goes into the closet to take off his jeans/sweatshirt and checks out the mirror in there...
"My wife beats me..." he keeps saying...heheh
I go into the closet and see the biggest bump ever on his head.
This morning...bump still there...poor guy.
(I know some people won't find this humourus...but it's all in good fun...and if he wants to tell his coworkers I beat him...fine...whatever...all in good fun)
Last night around 11pm...I'm laying in bed, lights off, DH is futzing down the hall on the computer. Hall light is on. He shuts the PC down, takes the dog out to do her business, she runs right back upstairs to our bedroom to wait for her "good night cookie". DH shuts all the lights off in the house and walks up the stairs.
He's moving pretty fast so I assume he can see in the dark ok.
He walks into the bedroom...goes to his nightstand (opposite side of the room), drops off his watch/pager/bracelet, and walks back across the room to the door to the bathroom.
Mind you...the dog is still waiting for her good night cookie.
DH trips over the dog and takes a face plant into the door. I jump out of bed, turn on the light, and make sure he's okay.
He says he's fine, doesn't want an ice pack...and continues to get ready for bed.
He goes into the closet to take off his jeans/sweatshirt and checks out the mirror in there...
"My wife beats me..." he keeps saying...heheh
I go into the closet and see the biggest bump ever on his head.
This morning...bump still there...poor guy.
(I know some people won't find this humourus...but it's all in good fun...and if he wants to tell his coworkers I beat him...fine...whatever...all in good fun)

if she got one right before bed. Sorry to hear about you DH. I'm sure he'll milk it at work.
And talk about toys. This dog has a ton of toys that she loves to play with. Although, one toy is banned, and must stay in the basement. It's a doggie soccer ball that has a squeeky thing in it.
He gets a cookie too when he goes out to do his business and has been known to fake having to potty just to get one
I've gotten smarter though. Now he must pee a reasonable amount or no treat.
Life has a funny way of evolving sometimes.