I woke up in the middle of the night, Deanie's hand was planted right in the middle of my face. I raised it gently and pushed it toward her, it came right back and smacked me on the face. That's ok, I'll just use a little more of a push. I got a little more of a smack in the face this time. HMMM! Quite a bit more force this time and again more force to my face. It takes quite a bit to get me to the point of anger but I'm reaching it. I will need to use Albert's theory to estimate the amount of energy I will need to move the mass on my face the correct distance without throwing my wife right out of bed. I try and fail, the hand is still on my nose. This is going to take some discussion, I turn to face Deanie. What the...she's not there. You see I found this great deal on a pair of pyjamas, a buck fifty at the dollar store. It turns out the left sleeve twisted itself around my shoulder and cut off the circulation to my arm, it's dead from the armpit down. Deanie must be in the little girls room, I'll use the one downstairs. We don't turn lights on so as to stay in that night brain stupor, it makes it easier to go back to sleep. I always stay downstairs after using the little boys room, the bed is quite comfortable. I stumble around in the darkness, the bad news is I stub my little toe, good news...I found the bed. I lay down and snuggle in. I'M LAYING BESIDE A CORPSE! The last time Deanie decided to sleep downstairs was NEVER. Scared the you know what out of me, I have to use the little boys room again.
Have a great day
Loved
