Summer 2010
Clank clank. Toss turn. Start to return to sleep. Eyes close. Clink Clank. Ohh. Clinkety clank. Toss turn. Put pillow on head. Clink clank. It won't go away! Clinkety CLANK! It's getting louder. The Husband charges up the stairs. Needless to say, it's very late.
He turns on my lamp and holds up a bunch of metal rings. "Look at my new trick. Tell me if you see me mess up."
I watch, bleary-eyed. He does pretty well. I can't figure out how he does it, but then I am half asleep...
"Very cool," I say, "but practicing that trick at night is now against the law."
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