Guinness' Reign of Terror

Last night Hubby and I grabbed dinner in Boston before going home.  We met up with one of his work friends that he's planning on starting the firm with, and her fiance.  Hubby and I ran into the Sidebar for a drink before we met them.  I had a Jim Daly (I had told him to surprise me), which I had never heard of before.  Holy Deliciousness.  Apparently, a Jim Daly (named after who my hubby tells me is a golf legend) is sweet tea vodka and lemonade.  Now I know what I can make with my nip of sweet tea vodka (and I was thinking I was going to have to drink it straight!).  We met them at Elephant and Castle (which was packed, but delicious).  Good times were had by all.  Sadly, for our dog Guinness, we didn't get home from work until 10.  Don't worry about his little bladder though, mother in law lives right down the street from us and stops by to let our her baby several times a day.  Otherwise we would have never stayed out so late.

Mr. Guinness was, of course, happy to see us when we got home, but did not settle down well after that.  After having a few drinks, I was exhausted.  I ran downstairs to get my freshly washed Snuggie (not a real Snuggie but a Brookstone nap blanket snuggie, best thing ever), and immediately fell asleep on the couch.  When I awoke, to go to bed, I went into the bathroom and saw destruction.  I was annoyed.  Why didn't Hubby stop Guinness from tearing up my bathroom basket (which I will now have to replace).  Apparently, Hubby did notice that Guinness was up to no good.  Yet, I rose from the couch and adamantly demanded that Guinness was fine.  That I could see him and that he was doing nothing.  I remember NOTHING of this.  I was told I even picked up the dog and started petting him.  I kinda hazily remember this. 

I wish this was the first time that I had a full out conversation with Hubby in my sleep.  I wish I could say that it was happening because I take Ambien or one of those other sleep aid, walking coma inducing drugs.  But no, this craziness is natural and medically unadulterated.  Fabulous.   I'm not sure why Hubby trusts what I'm saying when he knows that I've been sleeping, but I really can't blame him, it's pretty messed up.  My eyes were open and everything, he says (remember, I have absolutely no recollection).

 Sadly, this morning, all I'm left with are the sad remains of Guinness' Reign of Terror, so I've decided to share them with you.  I think his methods worked.  We're definitely coming home right after work today.  I wouldn't think to piss him off again today.

  "Take that Mom and Dad!"

 

 

 

 

"They won't be doing that again!"