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I tossed and turned for
hours in bed. It was so hot, and I was so tired: and my
hubby was snoring like a freight train. I think the bed was
actually vibrating from the disturbance he was causing.
Plus, the A.C. had gone out just at bedtime, but I was sure
with a ceiling fan above the bed I could manage to get
through the night. Nope, it wasn't going to happen in
Texas!
I finally got up and
stomped into the kitchen, grabbed my day timer and looked up
the phone number for our A.C. man. I would call him the
second I saw the sun peeking over the horizon. I'd probably
only get the answering machine calling that early, but at
least I'd be the first call of the day!
I sat numbly trying to
figure out what to do now that I was up. Maybe I would
cross-stitch a bit until I felt sleepy. I gathered up my
project and attempted to stitch. My eyes were so weary I
couldn't even see the eye of the needle, let alone thread
it. All I managed to do was stab myself a few times!
Forget that idea! Obviously reading would be out of the
question too. I saw no reason to turn on the television.
When I'm that tired, the lights on the screen just make my
eyes ache.
Then it hit me! The
solution to the snoring was earplugs. If I didn't have to
contend with the freight train, maybe the heat wouldn't seem
quite so suffocating. My husband hunts and has earplugs, so
all I had to do was find them. I figured they were bound to
be in the garage with all the other so-called-necessary
hunting gear. I searched
and searched; and the garage felt like a sauna. It was
hotter in the garage than in the house, so I just gave up.
If he would ever organize that garage maybe a person could
find things. By then I was not only dead tired and sleepy,
but I was getting cranky too.
Back to the kitchen I
went. I considered having a glass of wine to relax me, but
decided that would never do. The very next morning was my
first Writing Class, and actually it was only a matter of
hours away at that point. I might end up with a headache,
or worse yet, stumble into class "half-lit!"
I decided to try the old
warm milk remedy, even though I detest that stuff. I opened
the fridge and was actually relieved. We were out of milk!
The solution finally
dawned on me! My friend, Brenda, is a night owl. She plays
Hearts on the computer until the wee hours, and then sleeps
until noon. I would just sign on and we could IM to pass
some time. I signed on, the Buddy List dropped down, but
Brenda wasn't online. I couldn't believe it! Then, I
remembered she was
out of town visiting her
sisters. Her timing couldn't have been worse, and I would
tell her just that once she returned home.
No way could I run the
vacuum or get on the treadmill, because that would wake up
my hubby who was sleeping like a newborn baby. Then we'd
both be awake and cranky, and neither of us would ever get
back to sleep.
I couldn't go outside and
take a walk either. If I opened the door the dog would fly
straight up out of bed barking thinking it was an intruder
that needed killing, or that we were going to go for a walk.
Why, oh why, had I
forgotten to pick up my estrogen prescription? Being
without it for a week certainly had to be contributing to
this miserable night.
Then I heard the alarm
going off! It was already morning and my hubby would soon
be bouncing into the kitchen looking rested and perky. The
very thought made me angry. I heard the shower running and
slipped into the bedroom. Just as I was reaching into my
nightstand I heard his hand turning the doorknob of the
bathroom. I raced back to the kitchen and planted myself in
the chair facing the
doorway. I wanted him to
see just how miserable my night had been, and I wanted some
sympathy. My hair was hanging in my face, and I knew my
eyes had to look dreadful. I sat waiting for him, and
realized I was so tired I could hardly think straight.
Suddenly, there he was looking right at me! He couldn't
have made a worse mistake; the first words out of his mouth
were, "and how did you sleep, honey?" That's when I shot
him, Your Honor??¦??¦??¦??¦..
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I was born and raised in
the small town of Augusta, Kansas that is only a few miles
outside of Wichita. I married a native Texan in 1977 and
was soon transplanted to Dallas. A large city offers many
things, but I miss the slower pace of small town America. I
have two stepchildren and three grandchildren. Pets have
always played a huge part in my life, and I can't imagine a
home without them. In fact, they were my inspiration to
begin writing. In the past year
I've had stories or poems
featured by Starfish, Storytime Tapestry, Inspired Buffalo,
and Petwarmers. Just recently I was more than honored when
Starfish added me to their Wall of Fame as a Featured
Writer! I've always felt one mission in my life was to give
loving homes to the dear creatures God has provided for us ??“
they are always at our side with their unconditional love.
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