Anybody Got a Kleenex?

Corinne scared the snot out of me last night.

I returned home from Bible class (followed by some ping pong) at about 11:00 PM. Corinne is usually asleep by this time, and all of the lights were out in the house so I had no reason to think otherwise.

As I entered the darkened kitchen from the garage, a large beast crept out from behind the "table of stuff" to the left of the door, growling hungrily and screaming with anticipation of its next kill (and to frighten its prey).

It all happened very quickly, but here's what I remember.

Me (thinking): "Dum de dum de dum, I'm just an innocent man returning home to my sleeping wife from a pleasant evening with the ecclesia..."

Evil Hungry Beast: "Grrrrrr... Growl! Arrrr!! ROOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!!!!!"

Me: "AAAAAaaaaaaaaahhh!"

Me: "Good Grief Corinne!"

Evil Hungry Beast: :::ROTFLMBOPIMP:::

I think she got the biggest kick out of the "Good Grief Corinne!" It's not the first time I've said that. She once took an egg "thing" out of the microwave and offered me a taste, only to have it explode when she touched it with the fork. Apparently, the totally shocked look on my face and my now-familiar utterance of "Good Grief Corinne!" is the funniest thing she ever expierenced.

Gee, I'm glad I can still make you laugh, honey (a.k.a. Evil Hungry Beast). Now where are the tissues?

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