Around 2 am

Last night Tyler ditched the last half hour of the grammys to go to bed. I stayed up, like a fool, only to watch Barbara Streisand sing a boring song that instantly put me to sleep on the couch. Around 2 am, I wake up, uncomfortable and start stumbling to bed. Tyler, at the exact same moment, gets up to go take a pee. We meet in our hallway, each turning corners at the exact same time to come face to face in the pitch black. We scare eachother so much that we both scream out loud in each others faces. My arm even went up, thinking it was a burglar, and gave him a retard punch to the chest. It wasn't funny at the time, and we were both really mad at eachother. Ty yelled, "gosh dang-it amber!" and continued on to the bathroom. I yelled, "freeeak-uh!" and went to bed and faced the other direction, curled up on the farest side of the bed from his. This morning Ty woke me up as he was leaving and we laughed about it. Great start to Valentine's Day...