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 :)