marriage

Nighttime Antics

My husband looked at me this morning with a mixture of fear, concern and amusement. The fact that he had something he wanted to say to me was obvious and so I asked him what was up.

Here’s what he had to say;

Last night,  I came to bed late. You were already asleep and although I tried to get into bed quietly, I apparently disturbed you.

You sat bolt upright in bed at the first hint of my movement and yelled; “There are too many people in the muppets!!”Then you laid back down closed your eyes, and went right back to sleep.

Carrie, It was literally the single most disturbing thing I’ve ever seen.

“Omg!” I said; “What if I’m mentally unstable and I just don’t realise it?”

“Oh you’re unstable,” he replied, “but it’s nothing to do with your late night muppets obsession.” 😳

So, my question to you is, are there any dream interpreters out there want to take a shot at the chaos in my head?

Umbrella Honour System?

screen-shot-2016-10-21-at-19-29-03This is the umbrella stand at The Locale at New Lambton. If you’ve been there on a rainy day you’ve seen it.

The other day we were leaving the cafe after eating their delicious chicken pumpkin salad lunch and it was raining. My husband proceeded to pull an umbrella from the stand and open it.

“Is that yours?” I asked incredulously, (Knowing full well it wasn’t).

“No, why?” he answered.

“You can’t just take one!” I responded, horrified.

“Yes I can.” he said, “That’s what they’re for!”

After much back and forward conversation I figured out that he genuinely thought those buckets placed out for wet umbrellas, were in fact some kind of umbrella honour system whereby you took one when you needed it and put it in another bucket elsewhere when you were done!

I have no idea HOW many umbrellas he has stolen over the years (and left in random places), thinking he was a part of some wonderful share system but he assures me it is less than 10.

For those of you who have come out of a restaurant and found your umbrella gone over the years, take heart, it wasn’t some asshole hell bent on ruining your day, it was my clueless husband.

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