Matt here. It's amazing the way a woman's mind experiences the world. While reality's busy happening around them, their brains are crafting experiences that just didn't happen! President Ammedeini-whats-his-name of Iran says the holocaust didn't happen. Its an accepted, horrible fact that it did; I don't make light of that. But, if he were a woman, he'd admit it happened, but claim that all parties involved wore fluffy bunny costumes!
Here I stand, friends and family, accused of sabotaging Bec's workout. Now allow me to make my case.
At 11:00 last night, when we finally crawled up to bed from an evening of watching Tivo'd "Dirty Jobs", Bec sets her alarm. Now, a word about her alarm... Fortunately, its not one of those *BRACK, BRACK BRACK* alarms. I survived that alarm for 5 years at 5:30 promptly every weekday morning, with nary a complaint. Well at least none that I voiced. Well at least not voiced loudly. Okay, so maybe I have something against alarm clocks, sue me. Anyways, the new, non-brak alarm was purchased not for my benefit, but for Maddys. She sets the alarm last night, for 6:00 AM this morning. My protest at this point is something like, "I don't mind you setting an alarm if you're gonna get up, but if you subject me to those [insert plural nasty term here] on your radio at 6:00 just to roll over back to sleep, I might lose my mind!"
Fast forward through seven hours of decent sleep, to be awakened by the idiotic banter of my two favorite people to hate on her radio alarm. She turns it off and slowly, sleepily heaves herself up in order to change for her workout. What do I say here? What, you ask, is the heinous crime I committed? Uttering, half-asleep, "are you getting up? Why don't you lay down, so you can make your decision on a level head."
There, I admitted it, I shot the sheriff.
No waterboarding, no CIA-approved coersion methods, none of the "creative" techniques I've learned from absorbing hours of Jack Bauer doing his thing on "24". She lays down, and I know I've sealed the deal. One warm and snuggled Becky, coming right up!
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Matt must have had some sleepy-head experiences too though because I think he completely FORGOT how when I did lay down to 'make up my mind' and I DID say, "Ok, I'm going to work out," how he told me to think through it again and come up with a better decision as he snuggles closer to me and throws his arm around me (hence I can't get up and am even more snuggly). Who on earth could ever reject such advances?! Not I! So he is to blame for this mess, I tell you, he his!
Posted by Becky | October 27, 2006 12:03 PM
Posted on October 27, 2006 12:03