Monday, January 3, 2011

Are you kidding me?

This past week and a half, Jeremy and I have had a house guest staying with us. His aunt was in town, and she stayed with us while celebrating Jeremy's grandfather's 90th birthday and the birth of our new nephew.

We also have a new puppy. Stanley M. Frank. Stan for short. or Mr. Stan Man as Jeremy likes to refer to him. It usually is something more along the lines of....
"Oh Mr. Stan Man bring me a treat, you are the cutest dog I've ever seen..."- Sung to the tune of the song Mr. Sandman

Anyways, last night, we were hanging out, waiting for his aunt to come home from dinner. I dozed off for a moment, and he then woke me to say she was home. I was a little out of sorts, as I always am when I first wake.

I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, when I hear a scream, followed by:
"Oh, nooooo"

I walk out of the bathroom and see Jeremy standing on my side of the bed, and the bedsheets in front of him are all wet with pee. I look at him and ask him:
"Did you do that?"

 Yes, yes, I asked my husband if he walked over to my side of the bed and peed. He proceeded to fall onto the bed - into said pee - in hysteric laughter. It was about this time that I realized what I had just said.

It's usually best not to wake me from a sleep. I say dumb things.

2 comments:

Robyn said...

That is SO funny I am still laughing. Tell Jer it's better than slipping and falling onto a tile floor because someone peed on it and ending up covered in head to toe pee. (May Snickers the beagle rest in peace.)

Natalie Lembeck said...

I am in love with Stan. period.