I got out of bed at 7am after listening to Mr. Man's two alarms (one a siren, the other, the finale of the William Tell Overture) go off in an alternating 5 minute pattern for nearly an hour while Mr. Man "snoozed."
The kitchen was a mess, the water pressure during my shower mysteriously dropped to a trickle, and the shit-storm that is my life transformed the landscape of my bedroom into mountains of dirty laundry.
I awoke grumbling but by the time I stood shivering in my bedroom trying to figure out what to wear, I was on the edge of an eruption. The last thing I wanted was the daily, predictable question about what I thought my husband should wear to work.
"Hey Baby?" Mr. Man called from the bathroom.
"WHAT?!?" I barked.
"Do you know what I think you should wear today?" he said as he walked into the bedroom, smiling.
Surprised, I asked "What?"
"Your cranky-pants! Wouldn't they feel so comfortable? Plus, wherever you went, everyone would know to get the hell out of your way!"
Are you sure you are not me in a parallel universe? Amazing!!!
Posted by: Holy Famoley | May 12, 2007 at 01:21 AM
That's funny HF...I was thinking the same thing. My house is a mess right now because my daughter just moved out of her dorm and her entire life is in the living room!! She says...leave it there for now until I organize my room. Yea right! It better be cleared up by the time my other daughter moves her stuff home!! I'll be wearing my cranky pants!!
Posted by: AnneM | May 12, 2007 at 07:32 AM