Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Tap Tap Tapping

Random Thought Thursday has been pre-empted tonight in favor of Tales From The Grip (of the Supernatural).

So, on Tuesday night, after watching the Pennsylvania Primary results, I went to bed around 11:00. I made a stop to cover The Pony, because he gets his SpongeBob comforter in a wad. It was across the bed sideways, with most of it hanging down on the floor. I lifted it up and kind of folded it across The Pony so as not to awaken him. Then I went across the hall to #1's room to turn off his TVs. I don't know why he has two. He bought one with his allowance money way back when, and has one on the floor and one on a stand. It's like watching TV at The Devil's Playground, the same show on two screens at once. Then I trekked to the other end of the Mansion and climbed into bed. I assumed my usual position, lying on my left side with my back to HH. That way, he can't breathe his cold germy breather air in my ear.

I had a vivid dream about working in some office building, and there was the color red, and maybe something about a sports car. I'm not sure, because I was awakened at 2:10 a.m. by three fingers tapping three times on the right side of my neck. I startled awake, thinking that I had overslept, and HH was waking me up when his alarm went off. I reached back to knock his hand away, and nothing was there. HH had his back to me, breathing away in his breather. I even heard the hint of a snore, which doesn't happen nearly as much now that he has the breather. My cold, cold heart was pounding. I got up. I checked the time. I went to look in on The Pony, because whenever I wake up for no reason, I think something must be wrong. The Pony is my target, because that's how I found him having an allergic reaction to amoxicillin when he was 1 (and had to rush him to the hospital), how I found him in his little car bed when he was 4, lying on his back with fresh vomit pumping out of his mouth. Kids. Life's greatest joy. But I digress.

When I looked in on The Pony, he had turned over. His comforter was spread out picture perfect. Not sideways. Not a wrinkle to be found. He looked like he was sleeping in a made bed.

Something is fishy in this Mansion.

Last Sunday, The Pony came down with a headache, and vomited around 6:00 p.m. Then he fell into a deep sleep on the couch. I let him sleep there all night. I got up on time, took my shower, and reared the recliner back at 5:00 a.m. for my hour morning nap. I heard walking in the hall between the boys' rooms. The bathroom is right there. Normally, I tell myself that it is The Pony getting up to use the bathroom. But The Pony was snoozing right there in the living room on the couch. I tried to imagine that it was #1, but he has to be hauled out of bed kicking and screaming at 6:15. And I heard him turn over and whack an appendage on his red metal bed frame. The walking continued. I did not open my eyes. It finally stopped.

Something is OH SO FISHY.


Redneck Diva said...

Frickin' frackin' blogger ate my comment....Eventually what I said was:

I want to come play at your house!

(Previous, eaten comment also talked about the phantom faucet at work, but I don't feel like retying that novel again. Trust me, it was good, though.)

Redneck Diva said...

"Eventually what I said"????

I think I ate something stupid today.

I meant "essentially". Really.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Blogger has had quite the appetite lately. He scarfs up my comments over at the Meanteacher's place quite frequently. I wouldn't be surprised if Blogger shows up on Celebrity Fit Club sometime soon.

I will not complain about your English language usage today. It will suffice that you know 'the rapist' is not necessarily the same as 'therapist'.

Redneck Diva said...

Heehee, your "therapist" comment made me think of a SNL skit where someone parodying Sean Connery was on Jeopardy and he kept choosing the category "The Pen is Mightier" but kept pronouncing it "The penis mightier".