Knuckle Sandwich

So the other day, I punched my husband in the face.

Well, not really, but yeah, kind of.

Here's what happened.

Rob gets home pretty late from work - like close to midnight. Most of the time I hear him come in. That night, I didn't. I was sound asleep.

I feel like I should give you some back story so that you can better understand the rest of the story. I like to fall asleep with the tv on (I know, horrible). I find a channel I like (usually the history or discovery channel), put the remote on Rob's pillow (so he can easily find it when he comes to bed), and settle in to go to sleep.

That night, I semi-woke up to the sound of an annoying car show on the tv. I don't think I even opened my eyes. Not realizing that Rob was home, let alone in bed, I reached over to his pillow to get the remote. Instead of grabbing the remote, I grabbed his face.

Scared me half to death.

I sat straight up in bed, realized it was him, and then curled up into a little ball. I was scared, embarrassed, and ticked off all at the same time. I mean seriously. Rob should totally know better:)

He just kind of chuckled.

That says a lot about my punching ability.