what a wonderful surprise!

Last night I was peacefully sleeping in bed, when around 2:30 am I get a phone call.  It takes me oh about 3 rings to register that I need to pick up the phone, so when I do I think that whoever the jerk that's calling that late has already hung up. BUT that jerk happens to be Rhett. So he's all like "Hey what are you doing?" And then all of a sudden I hear the door creak open and slam shut, and I pretty much wet my pants.  So in my sleep stupor I try to say something coherent to him about how someone's inside the house, and then....















Rhett walks into the bedroom.  And I yell at him for making me wet my pants.  And then I wet my pants again with happiness scream for joy, but of course I don't get out of my nice warm bed.

So my husband surprised me for the weekend. What a great day it will be! And now I won't have to mow the lawn I will have such a fun weekend with that sweet man of mine!

(side note....I stopped wetting my pants at least 20 years ago...I promise I don't have incontinence issues quite yet. I just thought that the phrase "wet my pants" sounded better than "crapped my pants," I have been around this boy way too long!)