Let me tell you what I woke up to last night.  Wait…before I do that, let me set the stage:

Rewind to yesterday morning (Friday) – 5:45 AM I get up and hop in the shower and get ready for a good workout.  On the slopes that is!  Yes, while my sweetheart was slaving away at work, I took her uncle and we hit the road, drove up to Mt. Schweitzer, and did some hardcore snowboarding (he skied).  So, by the time I get home, we go out to dinner for date night, and get home to watch Psych, I must say I was really sleepy.

Now that the stage is set, fast forward to about 3:00 AM this morning (Saturday).  I woke up to this:

“Ash…Ash…AAASSSHHH!!!”

“WHAT?”

“Did Hogan finish the website redesign bids?”

This should be interesting.  Let’s go along with it. What you have to understand here is that Hogan is our 8 month old Vizsla puppy.

“I’m sorry?”

“DID HOGAN FINISH THE WEBSITE RE-CREATION BIDS?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand!?”

“AAARRRGGGHHH!  You’re not understanding!”

“Didn’t I just say th…”

“Ash, be rude!”  Now I hear the pocket door to the master bedroom entry closing shut.  This is a common occurrence because of Mr. Bed Pisser who seems to have to use the restroom at all hours of the night and if you don’t take him out when me moves, then…well…hence the name.

As she was climbing into bed, I asked, “What do you need?”

“NEVER MIND!  Gosh!”

“You asked me about Hogan.  What was it you needed?  Something about a bid?”

“No, I just took him out to pee.  GRR.”

Um, I’m sorry, you took him out to pee?  In this condition?  Oh my, I hope the neighbors were not up!

And, light’s out.  This morning, I woke up to her apologizing for the crazy lady last night.