
I’m throwing my husband into this hole I had dug in the back yard.
At 2 a.m. this morning the light went on. My husband was sitting up, pulling the covers off me as he rummaged through the sheet, blanket and comforter, muttering. I determined that he was, in fact, awake.
We played a game of ’20 Questions,’ since he wouldn’t tell me directly what the problem was. FINALLY, after I got up, we straightened the covers, and I again asked him what he was looking for, after we determined he wasn’t cold, or too hot, or….. He finally said he was looking for the rope that went around the comforter, pointing to the stuffing inside it. We discussed THAT for a good 5 minutes before he agreed that the comforter didn’t HAVE a ‘rope’ running around the edge on the inside, that we didn’t need or want one, and that we should go back to sleep.
I was so frustrated with him at that point that it took me a good hour to calm down – and warm up – enough to try to go to sleep again.
When I got up this morning and came downstairs, he said, ‘hi,’ but had the towel over his eyes and was under his throw in his recliner.
The hole awaits…

