Or Halloween comes early at Chez Nelson, whatever you want to call it.

 It’s no secret that I have issues when it comes to modesty–I’m pretty sure that I’ve mentioned that here before.  If I am naked, then I want to be left alone.  dh knows this and yet last night, after I announced that I was going to have a bath, this is what happened.

I’ve stripped down, have started the water and am bent over the tub to test it, when suddenly the bathroom door expodes open.  “Hey–”

I scream BLUE MURDER   then whirl around and slam the door shut so hard that I send my dh tumbling back.  Or he could have been falling over in laughter, it was hard to be sure.  At any rate, he scared the living hell out of me and my heart was pounding so fast I thought I was going to puke.  Kids come running down the hall.  “What happened?  What did you do to Momma?”

D still can’t answer because he’s still laughing.

I put on my robe, walk out into the bedroom and give him The Stare. 

“I’m s-sorry,” he said.  “I didn’t m-mean to scare you.”

I sent the kids from the room and delivered a silent hand gesture.  Men.  The morons.