I spent 3 hours on my cell phone today trying to get our stupid internet connection straightened out. Hi. I'm back online at last. But I am way too tired to really sit here and blog. But I wanted to share this little story.
Jonathan woke us both up in the middle of the night the other night, yelling, "Sons of bitches!"
I touched his arm and asked him if he was okay and he grunted that some dudes were breaking into our car. Once I knew he was awake and okay, I burst into giggles. And I couldn't stop. It was just so ... so sudden: "Sons of bitches!" I mean, who says that?!
He didn't find it funny at all. (He does now. "Sons of bitches!" has become a running joke now.) But at the time, he flipped dramatically onto his side, turning his back to me as I lay there gasping and wheezing.
Then he said, in an ominous voice: "I hope you fart."