Yes. Actually, according to Honey, I’m “effing” crazy. At least that’s what he growled last night after I used this in the wee hours to wake him up. (if you didn’t read my previous post you need to as this won’t make any sense. Here’s the link. Go read that and then come back, okay?) As you can see I needed to improvise a little bit, but it worked. Honey did sit straight up when I spoke loudly through the thing. Can you guess what I said? Here’s a clue. All you have to do is fill in the blanks.

First word: B_O_    Second word: J_B

Honey’s growled out reply?

Are you @#@!%$#!! crazy! I nearly had a heart attack!

Honey was far from satisfied. He even had the nerve to ask me where his B_O_ J_B was? I know, I couldn’t believe it either. So I told him my mind was too busy coming up with a solution to global warming. After that bomb was dropped I was lying there thinking how I’d perfectly executed my plan. Correction, thinking how this whole thing would have been perfect if he didn’t pounce and start tickling me. In the end neither one of us could fall back to sleep because a mocking bird started to chirp his little old heart out. So… *looks everywhere, but right at you* what’s a wide awake couple to do? Heheheh! We compiled a *cough, cough* grocery list. Yeah, that’s what we did.

Riley – who is still yawning today, only this time I’m not so resentful about it.