Kristin WolgemuthSaturday Night
September 22nd 2009 10:00
Last weekend, my husband I went to have some dinner and fun with a few friends of ours. My husband had been drinking (just over the legal limit), so I had to drive. Well, that’s no big deal unless I’m exhausted. I was exhausted on Saturday, and boy, was I a cranky designated driver. My husband, as thoughtful as he is, played soothing music on the way home in an attempt to help calm my nerves. He asked me what I wanted to do when we got home, and I said, “sleep!” He responded by asking, why don’t we put on some Christmas music and slow dance in the kitchen? I said that the Christmas music was okay, but that there would be no dancing tonight, man.
We got home and pulled into the carport. As soon as we did, I remembered the cheap little keyboard my husband had been so excited to find at a yard sale earlier that day. One of the pre-programmed tunes in it is my favorite Christmas song: “What Child Is This?” Before I knew it my kitchen was flooded with the ill-inspired sound of the keyboard absolutely killing my favorite carol. It was so pathetic I had to laugh!
Then my husband decided to munch on some grapes. The were small, seedless red grapes. He ate them as he tried to slow dance with me around the kitchen. Then he decided it would be great to see if one of those grapes would fit up my nose. Thankfully he didn’t make it too far with that venture!
So after a few minutes of being spun around the room, ballroom style, and then having a grape attempt to enter my nose, I decided it was time for bed. It turns out that even the bedroom is no safe haven from battery-operated keyboards. The husband and the keyboard followed me to bed. My husband changed the settings so it would sound like different instruments playing the song. Oh, what a night.
I finally convinced him to leave me alone and I went to sleep. I had pleasant dreams.
We got home and pulled into the carport. As soon as we did, I remembered the cheap little keyboard my husband had been so excited to find at a yard sale earlier that day. One of the pre-programmed tunes in it is my favorite Christmas song: “What Child Is This?” Before I knew it my kitchen was flooded with the ill-inspired sound of the keyboard absolutely killing my favorite carol. It was so pathetic I had to laugh!
Then my husband decided to munch on some grapes. The were small, seedless red grapes. He ate them as he tried to slow dance with me around the kitchen. Then he decided it would be great to see if one of those grapes would fit up my nose. Thankfully he didn’t make it too far with that venture!
So after a few minutes of being spun around the room, ballroom style, and then having a grape attempt to enter my nose, I decided it was time for bed. It turns out that even the bedroom is no safe haven from battery-operated keyboards. The husband and the keyboard followed me to bed. My husband changed the settings so it would sound like different instruments playing the song. Oh, what a night.
I finally convinced him to leave me alone and I went to sleep. I had pleasant dreams.
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