You know that lovely white-board in this post that I was all excited about?
Sunday morning, while it was still dark and we were still in the middle of REM sleep, we awaken to a loud noise. The first thing I think of is that the door to our apartment just closed (it is a loud door).
The hubs whispers, "What was that?" I said, "I have no idea."
Fearless hubsy gets up to investigate while I lay motionless in bed. When I hear him picking up pieces to something, I turn over and see 1 lone tennis shoe lying in bed with me. Thats odd, I think.
Hubs comes in, "It was that white-board you bought. It broke."
I reply, "But honey, my shoe is on the bed."
Hubs says, "You must have put it there."
I reply, "You don't understand. Somebody must have put it here. I just woke up and here it was!"
Hubs gets back in bed as I continue to stare into the dark bathroom, which leads to the closet, which is home to all the shoes. Hubs says, "Do you want me to go check the closet." "Yes, please," is my whisper.
The closet was clear. It's a mystery as to how the shoe ended up on my bed.
Oh, and the whiteboard? I need some heavy-duty glue to put that thing back together.