You've Gotta Laugh..

To say that our life is mildly crazy right now, is an understatement. Sometimes, however, exhaustion can take on something more exciting, like a poor imitation of The Three Stooges.

Yesterday morning, Mike was getting ready to walk out the door...and I was ready to take the rest of the coffee and down the whole thing directly from the pot...when I looked over and saw that he was juggling school books, a to-go cup of coffee(yikes!), and a garbage bag of trash. 

So being 'wifey', I went over to open both doors (kitchen and breezeway) so he could get to the garage without dying his white shirt brown. 

Here's where the fun starts...did I mention I was not quite awake yet?

I get through the first door okay, but I was in this gargantuan robe and as I opened the second door so Mike could step around me, I catch the robe on the trash bag he's hauling. This causes Mike to stumble and whack into the door. I tried to grab the coffee, which knocked an umbrella that was resting against the wall over onto the floor. So, as Mike recovers from his first whack and steps through the door, I grab the umbrella (I am vexed by now so I jerk it up off the ground) and unfortunately the umbrella catches the door and I whack Mike AGAIN now with the corner of the door in the side of the head. He drops the trash bag, but somehow manages to save the coffee and school books....and his schoolbooks from the coffee...well, both were saved from his ever-graceful wife.

Mike just sighs and looks at me.

Then smiles and kisses his "Oh-So-Helpful" wife.

Sigh....

Well, I at least I didn't spill the coffee all over him.........

Yet.

So, I did what any rational woman would do. I went back into the house and chugged the coffee directly out of the pot.