I slept till after 8 a.m. I haven't slept this late since 1997, when I learned jello shots aren't just a cute dessert...
Another agent texted me around 4:30 a.m. When we got up later Mike said, "Who was texting you so early?" I told him and said it was OK, I was going to stay up late tonight and text her before I went to sleep. He gave me that look and said, "Yeah, text her at 8 p.m., that will show her." Well, as long as we're on the same page.
Pretty much every night when we go to bed, we realize there is still a candle burning in the kitchen. Then we playfully argue over who should get up to blow it out and why. Last night we once again discovered a lit candle glowing. I told Mike it was his turn, he informed me I needed to get up and go to the bathroom and I could do it then. He then proceeded to make water noises so I did indeed, need to go. I get up, go to the kitchen, blow out the candle and then realize there is one burning in the laundry room, too. Blow it out and head to the bathroom. Finish up, get back in bed and settle down to sleep when I notice a glow coming from the kitchen. I start exclaiming that I knew I blew out the candle and that I can't believe it came back on, etc... Just then the log "sleeping" beside me starts shaking with laughter. Mike had gotten up and relit it while I was in the bathroom. Said he had waited 3 weeks to do that and I always went to the bathroom first.
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