under attack.

you ever have things happen to you, and your boyfriend/hubs/whoever the "big strong man" in your life is thinks you made it up?? like being assaulted by a tree, when they just think you ran into a branch...or having the floor jump up at you, and they say you just tripped.


well, the hubs tried to pull that ish on me last night.

this is basically me, with red hair.

okay...maybe not. but go with it for the story, k?

so i'm laying in bed, chatting with the hubs, slipping into dream land, when i swear to you...this happened.

it was like MOTHER EFFING MOTHRA on my face.

ON MY FACE!!! in the dark!! gah, i totally wigged, arms flailing and girly screeching...and the hubs laughed at me. laughed at me!! like i was being crazy and it was really my hair touching my face and i was being over-dramatic (yeah, cuz THAT happens a lot!! gah...).

so i try and go back to the slumber train...AND IT HAPPENS AGAIN. again people. and the hubs once again thinks i'm being a nut.

and then, in a stroke of glorious, universe-balancing karma, IT COMES FOR HIM. hahahahaahaha.

what does he do? jump out of bed, turn the lights on asap, and finds something to kill it with.

where was MY action when I was getting attacked??? oh no, wifey's being a whiner again....until the tables turn.

so, am i right to give the man grief for not coming to my rescue??