We were out for a friend's birthday dinner on Friday night, partying and having a good time. There was unlimited alcohol so the hubs was taking full advantage. He stuck to his Moet while I stuck to my soda water. At around midnight, I started to feel tired and decided to call it a night. Hubby wanted to stay downtown and party it up a little more so he walked me to my car and I was on my way home. The entire time {for some reason} I kept thinking that I should check my purse to make sure I had my house keys. But, of course, I didn't. Because where else would my house keys be?
As it happens, the minute I got home I found myself frantically searching for my keys. I dumped my purse and tore my car apart - top to bottom. Nothing, nada, nilch. And I had to go to the bathroom....badly. My brother {who lives in our basement} was at work and my mother-in-law {who lives in the duplex next door} was asleep. The only other option was to call the hubs for his keys and go back downtown. So much for going to bed "early".
After a second trip downtown, I finally made it inside my house and texted the hubs to let him know where I was leaving the key and to call me if he couldn't find it. Then I drifted off into dreamland........
..........and didn't wake up until 6:45am to notice that the hubs wasn't in bed beside me. Nor was he anywhere in the house. The hallway light was still on the way I left it. I started panicking. The key had been knocked over and I had a couple messages on my phone:
2:40am text message: Waiting for {cousin} to bounce. 1 hr now.
3:15am missed call - no voicemail
Yup, you read that right. Hubs was locked out of the house and I only got one missed call. So what did he do? What any other 20-something year old would do - go back downtown and party! Except, he's not even close to 20. In fact, if he had a kid at 20, his kid would be 20.
Anyways, I couldn't go back to sleep because I felt so bad and I knew that he wouldn't really be mad at me {which made me feel even worse}. Plus the fact that my hormones are completely out of wack, I kept thinking of the worst possible scenarios. He got into an accident, he got arrested {lol, wtf?!}. That is definitely my hormonal self talking! He finally called a couple hours later making sure I was awake and letting me know he'd be home in 5 minutes.
We had a good laugh about the situation and dragged our sleep-deprived butts to a planned shopping trip across the border. Oh, and Lil J had his first swimming lesson that morning and hubs had a business meeting. Yup, Saturday was a loooonnnnggg day.
And, you'll never guess where hubs found my keys. On my windshield tucked slightly under the hood of my car. I couldn't even tell you how they got there.
Anything funny happen to you lately?
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lol. Poor guy. Where did he end up sleeping it off?
ReplyDeleteI believe in his car lol.
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