Ohhh, He’s Gonna Get Me This Time

Out of breath. 

Hiding.

Locked in the closet hoping my husband has gone away.

Ear to the door I’m checking for any sound that might indicate his presence.

It’s been 5 minutes since I last checked. Surely he has given up. 

Somewhere out there, he’s stalking around the house with a Jack Nicholson crazy eye and a completely loaded, ice-cold, water filled, SUPER SOAKER, waiting to exact his revenge.

He’s so over the top, all this because someone (maybe me, ok.. me) was shooting rubber bands at him while he tried to watch his college football.
These are the moments I love ❤️.