Our Ambulance
The other day, I woke up bright and early - like every day. It was a Sunday morning and my schedule at work has been, for lack of better terms, all jacked up. I was working a schedule totally opposite from my normal schedule and I had to get ready for work. Kyle had worked all night and gotten home a little before 5:30am - just shortly before I began my day. I had my shower, fixed my hair and dressed and was eating breakfast at the kitchen table.
*Lightening bolt** All the sudden Kyle bounds into the dining room dressed in shorts, a t shirt and his shoes. He has his keys. He is adamant that he must move the ambulance. That I told him to move the ambulance. Of course, I say, "Honey, we don't have an ambulance." To which he looks at me perplexed. For a full 60 seconds. And then says, "I thought you told me to move the ambulance." Again, "Honey, we don't have an ambulance." However, I did tell him that he was snoring like a freight train. Ambulances, freight trains.....they are all the same right?
I think his Advanced EMT training on the ambulance, combined with his lack of sleep has fried his brain.
*Lightening bolt** All the sudden Kyle bounds into the dining room dressed in shorts, a t shirt and his shoes. He has his keys. He is adamant that he must move the ambulance. That I told him to move the ambulance. Of course, I say, "Honey, we don't have an ambulance." To which he looks at me perplexed. For a full 60 seconds. And then says, "I thought you told me to move the ambulance." Again, "Honey, we don't have an ambulance." However, I did tell him that he was snoring like a freight train. Ambulances, freight trains.....they are all the same right?
I think his Advanced EMT training on the ambulance, combined with his lack of sleep has fried his brain.
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