I had the hiccups.
Right when I wanted to go to bed.
Not my favorite thing.
My sweet boy *might* have heard me moan and groan about the aforementioned hiccups.
I went on with my face-washing-teeth-brushing-contact-cleaning routine before bed.
Just as I am putting on my pajamas, the "sweet boy" sneaks up behind me and SCREAMS.
Ladies and gentlemen, this was not a normal scream.
It was very loud.
It even came with a crazy face.
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| It was worse. Trust me. |
It scared me so badly I cried for 5 minutes.
I was very thankful I did not pee my pants.
(I am not a fan of scaring.)
The "sweet boy" had to hold me until I stopped.
Only he was laughing the whole time, so then I got mad.
I made him promise never to cure my hiccups that way ever again.
It is a good thing he got me this for Valentine's Day:
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| My new favorite. |
Anybody else have a Valentine's Eve story they'd like to share?
Editor's Note: The "sweet boy" would like me to note that my hiccups went away.
Don't care.
Scaring is bad.
