Saturday

Josh and I spent Saturday at home being productive. I cleaned the bathrooms and picked up the house, and Josh did our taxes. We both did a fantastic job, and I think we were equally happy not to be stuck doing the other person's task.

We enjoyed an excellent dinner at Indochina with Jim and Karen and managed get in bed early at around 10:30.

It was about 1 in the morning when we heard that tell-tale hiccuping sound that means the cat is about to throw up all over something we want to keep clean. Some nights, including this one, Mariel sleeps curled up right next to my head and on my pillow, so this was extra bad. I went from peaceful sleep to shoving Mariel off the bed and hollering "Get off! Get off!" in less than 1 second. I got her off the bed, and while Mariel was throwing it into reverse on our rug, I looked over to see Josh had jumped entirely out of bed and was frozen in the hockey goalie ready position with a bewildered look on his face. Here is our favorite T-Bird, Calvin Pickard, demonstrating.



I thought this was hilarious, and soon we were both laughing at the situation and our reactions. It is nice to know that at 1am Josh is ready to defend me against anything, even if it just means getting the rug out of the room so we can go back to sleep.