Saturday, March 14, 2009
Oh That Sense of Humor of His - Chapter 17
It was the middle of the night. It was warm and I was comfortable. A shift in the bed caused me to open my eyes. Don was sitting up on the side of our bed.
"What is wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing? he whispered. He got up and stated to walk around the bed.
"Where are you going?" I sat up.
"Into the den." he replied.
Waiting for an explanation that it did not seem like I was going to get, I asked, "Why?"
He stood in the doorway and a long silence followed before he answered."I am going to pull my own finger!"
I was so mad at him for making me laugh so hard. It was forever before I could go back to sleep!