After a long and tiring day, (which involved ignoring my work duties, talking to friends on the phone, setting up a facebook account, having Sushi for dinner, editing my wedding video with my in-laws & watching House episodes), Paul and me settled into bed with our books. Paul was re-reading the most serious book he has read so far - Harry Potter, and I was reading a book from Paul's collection of 'really' serious books - an Archies comic! At some point lights were turned of, followed by a lot of tossing around until I found a position that was comfortable and prepared myself for the ensuing 15 mins of staring into the dark wondering 'Oh God! when am I going to fall asleep'!!
So I'm in the 14th or 15th minute, just about to fall asleep, when the phone rings!!!
First ring....
Me: (Reallllyyyy annoyed!)
Paul: Who could be calling at 12:30 in the night? (Realizes it's his cell phone. Gets up to find it...)
Second Ring...
Me: (Really worried. Did something happen to Mummy-Pappa...)
Paul: (Realizes his phone is not on the dresser... still looking...)
Third ring....
Me: (Why aren't they calling on the land line? Isn't it working?) I stretch my hand out to see what's wrong with the phone, but suddenly stop. (Oh No!! Something happened to my parents!!!) Heart's beating fast.
Paul: (Still looking for the phone, in the pants hanging behind the door)
Fourth ring....
Me: (Pick up the damn phone Paul!!! Mummy-Pappa were in an accident. :O And I'm here, so far away. Will plane tickets be available at such a short notice?)
Paul: (Finally discovered which pocket!! Fumbling with the phone....)
Fifth ring.... Cut in half as Paul answers the call...
Paul: Hello? Sorry? Umm... No.... Wrong number.
Me: (What the hell!!)
Paul: Someone waiting for someone at 14th Avenue.
Me: Ah-ha... (I hope they drop dead on 14th Avenue)
Paul: Good night honey...
Me: G'nite...
Re-start 15 minute countdown to sleep!! When it's really hard for me to go back to sleep, I sing the rhyme, '99 bottles of beer on the wall', in my head (or sometimes make Paul sing :). So I started singing that, but with a few edits...
99 Bottles of beer on the wall,
99 Bottles of beer.
You take one down,
And pass it around.
98 Bottles of beer on the wall.
98 bottles of beer on the wall,
I feel like killing the idiot who called.
You take one down,
And pass it around.
Have to call Mummy-Pappa...
97 Bottles of beer on the wall....
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You get the drift....
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