Last night between shows, I went upstairs for a minute, leaving Bill on the couch. When I was going back down the stairs, I looked into the livingroom and he wasn't there. Even though he wasn't making any noise, my gut told me that he was around the corner in the kitchen, which is at the bottom of the stairs. I don't know how and I don't know why... My mother was right when she told me to always trust my instincts...'cause sure enough, as I reached the bottom of the stairs, Bill tried to scare me by grabbing for me...of course, since my spidey-sense was tingling, I reached out just as I got to the bottom of the stairs...foiling his attempt to scare me. Hahahaha...try to get me, will ya! Bill just said, "can't tell we've been married for almost 9 years, can you?!"
It's even funnier when you know that usually, when there's a tv break, Bill often runs downstairs to check on his online chess games. I had no indication that he was even in the kitchen...spooky.
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