Hello,
Note the time of the morning that this post came through. There is a very good reason I'm up right now.
I woke up to a very loud, Crash!
3a.m. BAM
When I start to sit up, Jason yells, "Don't move!" There were chunks of large glass and shreds of glass all over the bed, floor, my body, in my hair, on my pillow. We are lucky that a large piece didn't come down and cut our necks wide open. Luckily the largest pieces fell off to the side of me.
When I realized I was alright and what had happened, I started laughing hysterically, I'm still laughing.
It's now almost 4a.m. and I'm now feeling tired again, maybe.
Apparently Jason was trying to put a cover over me because he was cold and thought I was also, but must have flipped the blanket a little too high and it got caught in the fan blades that were on and it somehow broke the light cover and light suddenly. Not sure how, but somehow it broke.
The reason I'm laughing so hard, let me take you back just 6 weeks or so. One night I heard this clicking over and over. At around 2-3a.m. there was a Click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click . . . . I couldn't stand it anymore so I reached up quickly to pull the fan cord to turn the fan down a notch or so, so it would stop clicking, and I pulled a little hard and the nob on the end of the cord bounced and hit the light cover and put a great big hole in the light cover. Jason said, very loudly, "You broke the light." I said, "No I didn't". I was half asleep and wasn't sure what I had done. Then he said, "Yes you did, there's a large chuck of glass on me.", and sure enough I had broken a hole in the light cover. But hey, the light still worked when I tried to break it.
But now it's safe to say he really BROKE the light.
Too funny, I'm still laughing and now it's 4a.m. We've been up changing the sheets, vacuuming the entire room with the shop vac and laughing. Our children must be great sleepers because not one of them woke up to the vacuuming.
I guess this is a good excuse to get a new light/fan in our room. I didn't like that one anyway, it was so ugly.
Now it's time to try and get more sleep. Goodnight!
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I need to clarify something. After Jason read the blog this morning he said, "It wasn't the blanket that hit the light to break it, it was my bicep."
That's hilarious. We have a ceiling fan over our bed and I keep waiting for the night when it decides it's tired of staying up there. Not looking forward to that day, but sure it will happen eventually.
Thanks for sharing.
Some people get their adventure in strange ways. Just how does one hit their bicep on a ceiling fan? For that matter, how do you hit a fan with a blanket?
The word is not Goodnight, but Goodheavens!
Dad Clark
It wasn't my bicep. Michelle is taking artistic license there. I hit the light with my hand. It was dark and I was trying to flip the blanket over the bed like a fishing net. At least there was no blood shed.
Of course, since Michelle has been up since 3:15 this morning she will probably be a bear by the time I get home from work. On the other hand, since she was up early, there was a great breakfast ready for me when I got back from my bike ride this morning.
Not sure why he was trying to fish while we were sleeping. Maybe it was a bad dream. Let me clarify the bicep thing. When he hit the light with his hand it was the power in his tricep that made the light smash into a million pieces. His biceps are pretty small.
You guys are hilarious!!
Since I have been up since 3a.m. due to an event totally out of my control I just took a nap. I think I got about 1 hour uninterrupted. Nice. I feel much better and hopefully won't be the bear Jason is expecting when he gets home from work. Thank gooness for a teenager that actually babysat for me so I could nap. See Caleb can be nice, Amazing.
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