You might have noticed that I didn’t post last week. I was busy working: Eight hours each day at the temp job, then three hours each night at Family Fun Week (aka Vacation Bible School) at my church.

So, there is much minutia to catch up on, one piece of which my favorite co-worker reminded me of today when she told me her dog threw up on her kitchen floor and it made her think of My Darling Husband.

You see, last week, about 3:30 a.m., I woke up to MDH saying, “Max, did you just pee on my leg?” Max is Our Darling Kitten who is seriously nocturnal, which makes him not-so-darling. Brian turned on the light and realized that Max hadn’t urinated, but rather vomited on his leg. Brian was remarkably sweet about it, cleaned himself and the kitten up and made sure Max felt OK, but then when he got back into bed he said, “Sure, you just wanted to puke on my leg.”

This sent me into hysterics, which made MDH upset until I explained, “I’m not laughing because of the puke, I’m laughing because of what you said.” This placated him, but then every time I’d try to quiet down I’d hear his voice in my head and that would set me off again. This made MDH even more upset.

“Come on, you know how things are funnier than the middle of the night than they are by the light of day? This is one of those things,” I said.

Nonetheless, I could not settle down, so I slept on the sofa. And the next morning, when I told my favorite coworker about it, it was still pretty funny.