Bleery Eyed Conversation @ 4:45am
Moi: *knowing we went to bed without power I awaken to the blinking alarm clock which has ab-so-freakin-lutely NO idea what the current time is*
Husband: *hears me struggling with my tiny flashlight in order to find the current time on the wrist-watch I left on my nightstand* "You don't need to look, it's 4:40am"
Moi: "And how can you know that for sure?"
Husband: "I just do."
Moi: *not trusting husband still attempts to read wrist-watch, even while foggy in the head* "Um, not it's not, it's only 4:10." (Didn't know I was holding watch upside down at the time.)
Husband: "You're wrong."
Moi: *trying and failing to set the correct time on the alarm clock, which intermittently starts playing the radio*
Husband: "What are you doing? I've got 15 min. of sleep left and you're setting the alarm clock?"
Moi: "No you don't, it's only 4:10!"
Husband: "Take a look at your watch again."
Moi: *finds tiny flashlight and wrist-watch and attempts to read the time again, whilst brain continues to fight to engage* "Hey, it's ONLY 2:42!"
Husband: "No honey, believe me, it's 4:42."
Moi: "You're wrong."
Husband: "No, you're wrong!"
Moi: "What, you think because the birds are singing a certain song, you can just GUESS what time it is?"
Husband: "No, I KNOW what time it is!"
Moi: "Well my watch says 2:45, so your wrong!" *with mostly disengaged brain I pick up the phone to assess the time, but for some reason I can't get the phone to show the time*
Husband: "What, are you doing now?"
Moi: "I'm going to PROVE to you it's ONLY 2:45!"
Husband: "Oh, O-kaaaay!"
Moi: *realizing the bedside phone isn't going to show me the time, I heave my addled brain and tired body out of bed*
Husband: "Where are you going now?"
Moi: "To get my cell phone downstairs, THAT will tell me the correct time!"
Husband: "But I already TOLD you the correct time."
Moi: *stumbles downstairs, fishes through purse, finds cell phone, engages it, only to find the time posted as 4:50am, stumbles back upstairs*
Husband: "So what did your cell phone tell you?"
Moi: *completely confused, picks up tiny flashlight and points it at wrist-watch again* muttering... "What the hell is wrong with my watch? Did the battery die? No, the seconds hand is still moving? I don't understand?"
Husband: "Perhaps you still have it set for California time?"
Moi: "OH Yeah.... SHIT!" *Coming more fully awake now I begin to realize I wasn't even reading the watch correctly, it was in fact 1:52 am (stupid watch with no numbers and just lines)*
Husband: *feeling all superior* "See, I told you... Now there's 15 min. of my sleep I'll never get back."
Moi: "HEY! Where's my pillow?"
Husband: *snickers*
Because my brain came fully awake by 5:00 am (well as fully awake as it gets), I went back downstairs and made my husband breakfast... Ya know, because I felt bad about that 15 min. of lost sleep... I also finished a book I was reading. My brain is now mostly engaged on just 4 and half hours of sleep... It's gonna be a long day.
Husband: *hears me struggling with my tiny flashlight in order to find the current time on the wrist-watch I left on my nightstand* "You don't need to look, it's 4:40am"
Moi: "And how can you know that for sure?"
Husband: "I just do."
Moi: *not trusting husband still attempts to read wrist-watch, even while foggy in the head* "Um, not it's not, it's only 4:10." (Didn't know I was holding watch upside down at the time.)
Husband: "You're wrong."
Moi: *trying and failing to set the correct time on the alarm clock, which intermittently starts playing the radio*
Husband: "What are you doing? I've got 15 min. of sleep left and you're setting the alarm clock?"
Moi: "No you don't, it's only 4:10!"
Husband: "Take a look at your watch again."
Moi: *finds tiny flashlight and wrist-watch and attempts to read the time again, whilst brain continues to fight to engage* "Hey, it's ONLY 2:42!"
Husband: "No honey, believe me, it's 4:42."
Moi: "You're wrong."
Husband: "No, you're wrong!"
Moi: "What, you think because the birds are singing a certain song, you can just GUESS what time it is?"
Husband: "No, I KNOW what time it is!"
Moi: "Well my watch says 2:45, so your wrong!" *with mostly disengaged brain I pick up the phone to assess the time, but for some reason I can't get the phone to show the time*
Husband: "What, are you doing now?"
Moi: "I'm going to PROVE to you it's ONLY 2:45!"
Husband: "Oh, O-kaaaay!"
Moi: *realizing the bedside phone isn't going to show me the time, I heave my addled brain and tired body out of bed*
Husband: "Where are you going now?"
Moi: "To get my cell phone downstairs, THAT will tell me the correct time!"
Husband: "But I already TOLD you the correct time."
Moi: *stumbles downstairs, fishes through purse, finds cell phone, engages it, only to find the time posted as 4:50am, stumbles back upstairs*
Husband: "So what did your cell phone tell you?"
Moi: *completely confused, picks up tiny flashlight and points it at wrist-watch again* muttering... "What the hell is wrong with my watch? Did the battery die? No, the seconds hand is still moving? I don't understand?"
Husband: "Perhaps you still have it set for California time?"
Moi: "OH Yeah.... SHIT!" *Coming more fully awake now I begin to realize I wasn't even reading the watch correctly, it was in fact 1:52 am (stupid watch with no numbers and just lines)*
Husband: *feeling all superior* "See, I told you... Now there's 15 min. of my sleep I'll never get back."
Moi: "HEY! Where's my pillow?"
Husband: *snickers*
Because my brain came fully awake by 5:00 am (well as fully awake as it gets), I went back downstairs and made my husband breakfast... Ya know, because I felt bad about that 15 min. of lost sleep... I also finished a book I was reading. My brain is now mostly engaged on just 4 and half hours of sleep... It's gonna be a long day.
Labels: absurdities, Husband
4 Comments:
As the great band Chicago once pondered....
"Does anybody REALLY know what time it is?"
LOL...this soooooo could have been a conversation in my house! I hope you got your power back...we didn't lose ours here, but I'm kinda suprised really..I thought we would..these storms are bizarre!
Stacie
My husband can do the same thing. And it pisses me off to no end when he's always right too. I think it's a holdover of my adolescent days. ;)
oh i can soooo easily see that scene.
jet lag is a bitch.
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