Thursday, April 1, 2010
April Fools Day
That is right it is my birthday! Once again I am a year older and though I don't feel it in my body I hear it in my mind. I know much scarier...I feel like I am starting to have "old people" taste...in clothes and music. It is so weird/scary...and I don't even consider myself old yet. Although I remember once when Stacy and I were like 8 and 5 we discussed this getting old idea. I said something like when you're 35 you're old and Stacy disagreed with no when you're like 21 you're old (which by the way stacy that means you're old too :)) but we came to agreement at our very young age that you're old when you have babies and are past 25. Now I don't believe this anymore since I am not married to an old fart and I am not old. So there...
Now for more than just my another year older rant. This morning I was expecting something nasty to happen since I am married to someone who loves to prank and today, my birthday, is the day for that. He knows that doing this would be bad though...so I am not sure what will happen. Anyway...
I woke this morning at 6 am a good two and half hours after Robert had left to work. I woke not because Alestair was in his bed calling for his dad or saying that something was in his bed or coughing or anything to do with Alestair really. I woke up because I heard construction men on my baby monitor...so I assumed they were in the house or Robert was playing a very nasty (yet very thought out and smart) joke on me. So after checking on snoring Alestair and seeing no one in his room or the rest of the house. I went back to my room and picked up my cell phone to call Robert and ask him how he did it without the monitor being moved. He kinda panicked and said he didn't do it and then told me to make sure no one was in the house. So I mostly believed him. Either way I listened to an hour and a half of construction workers giving instructions on how to get to a site and do some sort of job off of I-5 and to the left....I am so glad I don't have a monitor that lets you talk to the baby right now...or maybe I could have scared them to death too by talking to them...but either way I feel I have gotten my joke played on me for my birthday and I would prefer not to have anymore. Thank you!
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