Posted by Debbie Gould
on September 18, 2008 at 2:59 PM
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Neck.
The last two nights he's tossed and turned and moaned and groaned like a big baby. Never mind the couch trying to kill me it's all about him. Well 3am this morning, he wakes me up to tell me the dogs are barking. Ugghh!
"Do you think Lucas is loose?" he says.
"I don't know, I don't care. It's 3am" I grumble
"Oh, oh, my neck. Can you go check?" He whines.
"Shit!" I say throwing the covers off and a t-shirt on. I stomp down the stairs, through the kitchen and open the back door. About to step onto the back porch, this medium sized round furry brown bullet came streaking out from the darkness, runs between my legs and into the house. Now we live in a rural area. I have lots of barns on the property the horse barn being the closest and yes I've seen a few huge rats in my time.
They love the horse grain. Since Bear, my sons Pomeranian/beagle mix is supposed to be up in his room with him, I though I was just accosted by a huge rat, screamed, tripped over my own feet and fell into the garbage bag next to the door. At least it cushioned my fall and I only bruised my pride.
The rat came running back at me while I'm on the floor and starts licking my face. Turns out the rat is really Bear, so I stomp up the other set of stairs and throw Bear in Greg's room shut the door, stomp back down the stairs. We have an opening in the wall between the dinning room and the kitchen. As I'm walking by the opening a man's voice says, "So was it Lucas?" 
I scream again for the second time in 5 minutes and see the hubby standing in the kitchen in his underwear. I don't know what scared me more, him surprising me or seeing him in his underwear.
"If you were going to get up and come downstairs anyway, why did you make me get up?" I yell at him.
"Well I got thirsty."
Ugghh!! I stomp back up the stairs, flopped on the bed and threw the covers back over my head an finally fell asleep around 5. Getting back up at 6:30 for work.
MEN!