Late night peeing...

This blog, from Amy, reminded me of a truly funny story. Read her blog, then return to my story:

http://attentionwhore-amy.blogspot.com/2008/03/ing-toilet-paper.html

When we were first newly married, one night I stumbled to the bathroom for a midnight pee session. I, like Amy, see no need for lights and an overly awake state. I know what I'm doing. I know where I'm going. I won't miss the seat or get sprinkles of piss anywhere because I'm a woman. I sit to do my business.

So, as I'm doing my thang, Brandon must have gotten the potty urge as well. I did not hear him get up or start to come into the bathroom. Truth be told, I was probably half asleep on the pisser.

He walks into the bathroom, steps on my foot...this scares the ever-living out of him, and he throws up his hands in defense. I just so happen to catch one of those hands right upside my face (near my eye to be exact). I start crying.

"WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING?!" he screams at me.

"Going to the bathroom!! WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING?! Why did you hit me?!" I scream back.

"Going to the bathroom! WHY DON'T YOU HAVE LIGHTS ON?!" he returns.

"I DON'T NEED LIGHTS, DUMBASS!" I snap.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until I burst into laughter. He still, to this day, doesn't find it funny.

Hey, I'm the one that got punched, you know...not you. I feel this was payback for the time I closed the bathroom door in a sleepy stupor, only to have him run into it in the middle of the night. THWACK! Oh, and it was an old house, so the door was raised up a bit...just high enough to allow his toes to go under and get scraped all to hell.

Yeah, I might have deserved the sockin' to the face.