Jake is a light weight. One glass of anything alcoholic and he's on his way to being tipsy. So last night he decides to stay up and has a glass and a half of MY Asti. He comes to bed around midnight and that's when the fun begins. He starts to snore... LOUDLY. I do my usual love kick. Nothing. It gets louder. I start my 'turn over' whine. No response. I roll over and shake him, then literally hit him on the chest. Nada. I finally give up around 1am and drag my extra cover and pillow into the den to sleep on the couch. I still hear him out there, but it's semi softer. I start to drift off to sleep... and my neighbor gets home. She's loud, has clunky shoes and seems to want to use every machine she has at once. I somehow drift off and then here Jake ask why I'm on the couch. I do my bitching and he says to come to bed. I get up and see something fly by me. I decide to stick my face up close to it and realize it's a white bat. I scream and it flies at me. I scream some more... each time getting louder. Jake FINALLY comes out and takes care of it. I ask if he shooed it outside and he simply says 'it didn't make it'. Then I notice the possum hanging off of the fire alarm. I scream again and Jake grabs the extra large fish net and scoops it up then tosses it outside. I start to notice all sorts of creepy crawly things and want out of the house pronto. I turn to a glass door then say, "What the fuck. We don't have a glass door" and wake up. It's now around 4am and I'm still on the couch. *grumbles* I stumble back into the bedroom, kick Jake over and have some weird dream about some woman with some insane amount of kids coming into a store and me helping her move the trolly she used to cart them in. I am sooo going to be hurting at work today.

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This is my favorite story ever.

I should have caught on by the giant fish net he used to grab the possum.

Diva is... BATMAN!!!!! (white bat instead of black.. but still like batman movie)

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