Straight to the Hellevator!

So, remember that one time, when I confided to you all that I was so totally going to hell? I have another funny for you. One cannot take oneself too seriously, after all, and this on is just too funny not to share.

My husband has been the most gallant of men when it comes to trying to adjust to our recent changes with grace. Despite misgivings here and there, he’s been supportive in every possible way and I really wanted him to know I was grateful. Do you see where this is going? Saturday morning came around and it was decided that we were going to have “family night”. I was really excited and in a seriously amazing mood. The little one was napping, the girls were occupied upstairs, behind a closed door and I had this silly idea that surprise “attentions” to my husband in the living room could be safely engaged upon. Thankfully, we thought to be somewhat discrete.

I’m going to go ahead and flatter myself by telling you all that though he was supposed to be keeping watch (as I was on my knees…hehe) I proved to be entirely too distracting and Abby, who is usually like a heard of elephants wherever she goes, apparently is capable of being a ninja when her little “I’m not supposed to be here” alarms go off. I was…busy so I didn’t see her coming down the stairs. Thankfully, as I said, we were being “discrete” and he saw her before we were really in trouble and so, I simply gave him a hug in the arm chair and she was none the wiser…I hope. I mean, he was seated, we were both fully clothed, etc etc. But we looked guilty. And she said, “Hey! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!!?!” I’m afraid my wits left me in that moment. I just smiled and dh said, “Noooothin….” It couldn’t be helped, we both burst out laughing. So there I am, having moved to sitting in his lap to give him an opportunity to, er, recover, when she says, “Well…stop it. Whatever you’re doing, just stop.”

Nonplussed we inquired as to why we should do so. She says, “Because it looks TERRIBLE!”

She’s now on her rocking horse, apparently delighting in the obvious discomfiture of her parents and giving up all pretenses of returning upstairs. She then tells me I have to *get off Daddy* because I’m TOO BIG and will hurt him. By this time Tony is positively shaking with laughter and I’m trying my best to appear offended but I’m afraid I couldn’t stop laughing either.

So, one moment totally ruined but another one created that I shall remember to my dying day. Every now and then I turn to Tony and say, “it looks TERRIBLE!!” to him and it’s all laughter again. Abigail has absolutely no idea what was going on, saw nothing other than me apparently “hugging” his lap but her stern attitude and scolding commands were so hilarious that I just had to share.