Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Geron being Geron

If you've ever been around Cora when she's acted like a real stinker, than you have seen a glimpse of Geron.  

In the early morning hours, when its dark outside, it is practically pitch black inside our house.  Often I use my cell phone as a flashlight to maneuver my way through the obstacle course that is known as my bedroom.  Wait, people, it's clean.  Its just laid out differently and our chocolate dressers have no visible shape in the dark.  So, to keep from hitting them, I walk extremely slowly and try to feel my way through the room.  

This morning, I woke up and performed my usual routine.  I took a shower in our bathroom.  Next, I went to the guest bath to get dressed, fix hair, put on makeup, etc.  Then, I returned to my bathroom to hang up my towels and finally, I tiptoed out into the blackness of the master bedroom.  By this point, I've been through that room about 4 times this morning.  As I creep quietly across the floor, past one of the dressers---successfully not bumping it---WHAM!  Suddenly I'm clobbered with a pillow!  GERON!!  Raucous laughter irrupts from the bed and I huff off to the office to post what a stinker my husband is!  

I think this may be worse than having ice water dumped over the shower curtain.  

1 comments:

Mrs. Allroro said...

I think ice water would be way worse. Please don't let me find out. I'm glad I didn't marry a prankster.

I don't know if you'll take this as a compliment, but you guys are perfect for each other!