Speaking of good hubbies.
Some time in the night Steve got up and laid down in the living room. Very early this morning, someone was banging hard on our front door. I listened because I knew Steve was just a few feet away and would get it. I heard him say something...then nothing. So about 5 minutes later, i got up and walked down the hall. Steve was sound asleep on the loveseat. I woke him up and asked “Who was banging on the door?” He said “Was someone banging on the door? I thought that was you looking at the calendar and banging on the wall in the hallway.” (That’s where it happens to be hanging.)
I stood there for several seconds trying to wrap my thoughts around that. Finally, I said “Steve...I don’t normally get up at the crack of dawn and bang on the hallway wall. If I was standing in the hallway looking at the calendar and banging on the wall very early in the morning, don’t you think that might be an odd thing for me to be doing? Don’t you think you shoulda got up and checked on me?”
*snort*
So, who was at the door?