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Oh the poor husband.
He's a city boy, born and bred. To him, deer on the side of the road while he's driving is something to freak out over.
Last night, he picked me up from work so we could hit the market and we could get food so I could say I'd eaten more than twice in an 18-hour period. (stress. Work has been hell, and I"m singing later today.) He was on the phone with me, walks out to the car, and then says "holycrap... I just saw a skunk."
"What do you mean, just saw a skunk? Where?"
"Going into our neighbour's garage. Do you know, I think that's the first time I've ever seen a skunk up close?"
"... you're kidding me. Really?" (I grew up in the country. My neighbourkid mistook a skunk for a cat once. And only once.)
"Really. Huh. That was spooky."
Moving on to later... I was too wound up to sleep, so we watched an ep of Torchwood on my iPhone, and then crashed around 1:30, with the alarm set for 6:30. About ten minutes later, husband throws himself out of bed onto the floor, yelling BAT!
"Bat? What? Oh, that's a bat. Goddamnit."
Yes, folks, there was a bat in my apartment. Took us half an hour to wrangle the cats into the bedroom, open all the other windows, and pray the bat found one. The cats were FASCINATED. They're not hunters. Not in the least. But one of them THINKS she is, and the other just thinks that things-that-move are great to watch. Husband was just freaking out about a bat being in the apartment. Poor man. Too much rural in one night for him.
Night before a huge performance, and I have to deal with two squeaking furballs locked in the bedroom with us, while a bat flies around the apartment, and I just have to hope that we actually heard it when it came in, and neither of us were bitten. (ten minutes... I don't think either of us were actually asleep yet, so I think we're safe...)
I was awake till 3. I'm now working on less than four hours sleep (gave the alarm the finger for about half an hour), and have a multi-hour rehearsal, followed by a performance today. This is going to be interesting...
He's a city boy, born and bred. To him, deer on the side of the road while he's driving is something to freak out over.
Last night, he picked me up from work so we could hit the market and we could get food so I could say I'd eaten more than twice in an 18-hour period. (stress. Work has been hell, and I"m singing later today.) He was on the phone with me, walks out to the car, and then says "holycrap... I just saw a skunk."
"What do you mean, just saw a skunk? Where?"
"Going into our neighbour's garage. Do you know, I think that's the first time I've ever seen a skunk up close?"
"... you're kidding me. Really?" (I grew up in the country. My neighbourkid mistook a skunk for a cat once. And only once.)
"Really. Huh. That was spooky."
Moving on to later... I was too wound up to sleep, so we watched an ep of Torchwood on my iPhone, and then crashed around 1:30, with the alarm set for 6:30. About ten minutes later, husband throws himself out of bed onto the floor, yelling BAT!
"Bat? What? Oh, that's a bat. Goddamnit."
Yes, folks, there was a bat in my apartment. Took us half an hour to wrangle the cats into the bedroom, open all the other windows, and pray the bat found one. The cats were FASCINATED. They're not hunters. Not in the least. But one of them THINKS she is, and the other just thinks that things-that-move are great to watch. Husband was just freaking out about a bat being in the apartment. Poor man. Too much rural in one night for him.
Night before a huge performance, and I have to deal with two squeaking furballs locked in the bedroom with us, while a bat flies around the apartment, and I just have to hope that we actually heard it when it came in, and neither of us were bitten. (ten minutes... I don't think either of us were actually asleep yet, so I think we're safe...)
I was awake till 3. I'm now working on less than four hours sleep (gave the alarm the finger for about half an hour), and have a multi-hour rehearsal, followed by a performance today. This is going to be interesting...
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