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trystinnHubby comes home, settles in to greet the dogs and we then proceed to discuss options for our evening:
My idea - go outside, hang out under the pavilion and enjoy a beer or two.
His idea - re-arrange the master bedroom furniture.
***blink, blink***
Now, really, what could possibly have brought this on?
"About twenty minutes later, his friend Kevin walks past the master bedroom windows in full sneaky-walking-mode as I'm prepping the room for the re-arrangement...which is rather odd, as our yard is FENCED and the master bedroom is at the back of the house, so farthest from the street. As Kevin is returning the weed wacker we loaned him this weekend (we own three, I've no idea why, must be a GUY thing, I'm just glad we have a large garden shed with skylights, another guy thing, perhaps?), I figure we're in for a hysterical time.
So as Josh is in the hall bathroom, he hears "hello, hello" in a parrot-type accent coming from outside the open window. At this point, I hear the dogs run out the doggie door (some guard dogs, eh?) and enter the living room just in time to see Kevin plaster himself against the french doors to the covered porch like a bird who flew into a window (i.e. running style). I'm laughing so hard I can barely breathe and hubby wanders into the room asking "do you hear that? I think someone's parrot got loose!" All I can do is point, soundlessly, at the french doors.
Needless to say, we never got back to re-arranging furniture, but I know its on hubby's schedule for tomorrow. Kevin, as you'll recall is the guy who sneaks in next to you and starts the conversation with "so there I was hand-cuffed to a chicken...."
I adore my hubby's friends."
My idea - go outside, hang out under the pavilion and enjoy a beer or two.
His idea - re-arrange the master bedroom furniture.
***blink, blink***
Now, really, what could possibly have brought this on?
"About twenty minutes later, his friend Kevin walks past the master bedroom windows in full sneaky-walking-mode as I'm prepping the room for the re-arrangement...which is rather odd, as our yard is FENCED and the master bedroom is at the back of the house, so farthest from the street. As Kevin is returning the weed wacker we loaned him this weekend (we own three, I've no idea why, must be a GUY thing, I'm just glad we have a large garden shed with skylights, another guy thing, perhaps?), I figure we're in for a hysterical time.
So as Josh is in the hall bathroom, he hears "hello, hello" in a parrot-type accent coming from outside the open window. At this point, I hear the dogs run out the doggie door (some guard dogs, eh?) and enter the living room just in time to see Kevin plaster himself against the french doors to the covered porch like a bird who flew into a window (i.e. running style). I'm laughing so hard I can barely breathe and hubby wanders into the room asking "do you hear that? I think someone's parrot got loose!" All I can do is point, soundlessly, at the french doors.
Needless to say, we never got back to re-arranging furniture, but I know its on hubby's schedule for tomorrow. Kevin, as you'll recall is the guy who sneaks in next to you and starts the conversation with "so there I was hand-cuffed to a chicken...."
I adore my hubby's friends."
