Alarming

I've done plenty of awful things to my husband but one of these things REALLY stands out in my mind as my favorite. A few months ago I was leaving for work in the morning. I was hustling and bustling because I was running late as usual. Roy was still asleep since he didnt have to be to work until later in the day. I quietly shut the bedroom door and tippy-toed down the hall. Grabbed my purse, keys and coffee. Signaled Cristian with the...hurry-hurry-hurry-we-gotta-go-we're-gonna-be-late-no-perfect-attendance-for-you sign (which looks something like me snapping my fingers and pointing at the door) and I commenced with setting the alarm. no, right. I set the alarm. That thing that goes off when its motion detection sensors are tripped. The one that makes a crazy loud noise when a burgular is trying to break into the house in the middle of the night to rape and kill me. That thing. I set it. Lo and behold approximately 45 minutes later my bleary-eyed husband arose to use the restroom. He opened the bedroom door. Stepped out into the hallway. And YOOOOOOOOOWZA! The alarm went off. He did what he later described to me as The Dance No Man Should Do In His Underwear. And I laughed until my stomach hurt REALLY BAD. So now sometimes when I leave the house in the morning and he is still in bed...my finger ACHES to push that code in and set the alarm. But I'll wait until I have hidden a camera for that.