My handsome airman has been working some lo-o-o-o-n-g hours this past week. As in, 12 hour mid shifts -- 6pm to 6am. 8 days straight. No time off. Not even Independence Day because he's working weekends, too! Do you feel the slightest tinge of sympathy for my honey yet? :o(
He, of course, is handling it well.
At least, I thought he was.
Until I sneaked back into the bedroom one morning to ask him (what was supposed to be) a quick question.
This is how our conversation went:
Me: Babe, what time do you want me to wake you up this afternoon?
My Airman: Mmmmm...
*nudge* Honey, I need to know when to get you up...
What did you say?
*giggling* Babe, can you hear me?
What time do you want to wake up?
*enunciating every word*
Fifty. five. eighty. five.
*smirking* Really. Fifty-five eighty-five? That's interesting.
*sigh* Baby, if you just wake up and answer this question, you can go back to sleep!
What time do you want me to wake you up?
*enunciating every word *again*
I want an egg salad sandwich!
*giggling uncontrollably and gasping for breath*
I nudged him again, and he did finally wake up enough to answer my question...
but I just couldn't help myself and had to post this.
Hope everyone had a wonderful celebration of our country's birthday! And, if your day hasn't been going well, hopefully this post will make you smile. :o)
Well, I'm off to make some stuffed bell peppers for lunch! Yummy!