So someone decided a few weeks ago that waking me up at midnight to make the bed (not change the sheets, mind you. To make the bed, you know the one I was already sleeping in.) was a fabulous idea. Apparently, he couldn't go to bed until we re-tucked everything in, neatened the sheets... and then proceed to pull back the sheets to get in, naturally un-doing everything we just did.
reminds me of something....
I think I've mentioned that Mala likey her sleep. And after 10 years of marriage, I'd assume he'd know this fact as well. Moreover, don't wakey Mala to do housework. EVER. Especially inane, and INSANE, midnight chores. Seriously, don't wake me up unless the house is on fire. And by that, I mean only the part of the house I'm sleeping in. Just let me sleep if it's the other part of the house. Got it?
So you can imagine how thrilled I was when he woke me up to partake in his insanity.
In other news; guess who got a dozen roses and one, yes ONE, round trip ticket to anywhere!