Saturday, November 6, 2010

Fight Night

DJ and I don't fight. We had a few very minor disagreements since we've been married, but we've never once raised our voices at each other. Until a few nights ago. And before you go thinking that I'm just airing my dirty laundry on my blog, let me explain. I woke up in the dead of the night to DJ literally SHOVING me in the back with both his hands. The worst part? I was on the the very edge of the bed. I was in very real danger of going over the edge, which is kind of a big deal, cause our bed is pretty high off the ground. So, for the first time in my life, I yelled at my husband. All I yelled was "DJ!!!!!!!!!" and he rolled over and left me alone. I'm pretty sure he woke up right next to me and thought I was crowding him, and thought that I was over on his side of the bed when in reality, he was crowding ME right off the bed. What a punk. The best part of all of this? He has no memory of it whatsoever. Good thing one of us does, because it's a pretty good story to tell :)

1 comment:

  1. LOL how funny! Usually I'm the one saying or doing weird things in my sleep... I'm glad that you having to yell was for something that could make you laugh in the end. :)