It's quite a rude awakening when a kid blasts into your room at 6:00 a.m. to let you know that the smoke alarm is about to go off at any second.
The other night I was making a list of sofas that I was comparing, to go in the fish room. My list had such weird names as paradox cocoa, improv mocha and cindy crawford rochester. I stepped into the bathroom for a few minutes to get ready for bed, only to notice when I came out that my list had mysteriously grown. Now on the list are also palindrome skeezy and delightful phart panz?!? I had such a giggle attack that I couldn't go to sleep. Thank God I married someone with the same sense of humor that plagues me.