It's Okay to Laugh at Yourself, Even in the Dark

Okay, so I had one of those moments that you can never live down. You know the ones I'm talking about, times when what you are thinking actually comes out of your mouth and it makes no sense at all.

As much as I hate to tell it, here's my story.........

One night I had gone to bed early because I had a headache. I must have been laying there fifteen minutes or so before my husband decided to go to bed as well. I wasn't asleep yet, but the quiet and the dark were soothing to me.

As my husband came in he turned on the overhead light, blinding me in the process. I moaned and covered my head with the blankets. I don't know exactly how long I lay there shielding my eyes from the blinding light, but I do know that I had, had enough of it and was ready for it to go back off.

My husband was getting his clothes and things ready for the next day, and was taking far to long, as far as I was concerned. My mind began to work. I had to come up with a happy medium that would satisfy us both.

I wanted it dark, but he needed light to see what he was doing.

Hmmmm, what can it be?

I crawled out from under the covers and looked out the bedroom window, perfect! I looked out the second window, yep a full moon. With that I walked across the room and turned off the light.

What happened next? My brain failed me, thats what! Not only did it make my lips move but sound actually came out. What I heard was both stupid and juvenile. I know for a fact that I heard my husband snicker to himself even though he was trying to be polite later and explain what I had inquired about earlier, and why it occurred.

What I said was......"why did it get dark in here?"
What my husband said was....."because, you turned the light off."
What I replied was,....."No, you don't understand, it wasn't supposed to get dark in here. I had it all planned."
What my husband said, (now laughing uncontrollable), Honey, if you turn off the light, it is going to get dark."

So at this point I had to explain my whole miserable plan, how when I turned off the bedroom light the light from the full moon and the street light were suppose to make enough light that he could still see what he was doing and I could have the solitude of darkness.

To this day if I do something goofy, I hear from across the room, "gee, why did it get dark in here?"