Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Tyler-In-A-Box

Ok, Tyler wasn't actually in a box, but a couple nights ago he popped up at the end of my bed like a Jack-In-A-Box, scaring the h-e-double hockey sticks out of me.

The room was pitch black and Carrie had just startled me by coming home from dinner without turning any lights on and suddenly showing up in my room.

She was laughing rather hysterically leaving me to think she'd enjoyed several glasses of wine with her meal. She denied this and continued to gasp for air through her laughter.

We chatted through her hysteria when suddenly someone said, "Hello, Kim."

I screamed, nearly kicked Carrie off the bed, and threw the covers up to my face. I found out then the cause of Carrie's laughter was Tyler slithering across the floor and peeping up periodically from the end of the bed. Yep, Carrie was in on the whole thing.

Tyler, Carrie and I have been hanging out since.

Your guess is as good as mine as to why I continue to spend time with them.

2 comments:

artemisia said...

That is hilarious! It also would have taken YEARS off my life.

Aaron said...

K...your updates are sparce lately are you busy ;) I have some camping hints for Tyler. Have fun in Napa
A