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The Day I Nearly Killed My Husband

Hi everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. I can’t believe how quickly it has come and gone. I have about 20 blog posts in my head and I’m dying to get them out and can’t seem to find the time. Anyway, I had to share a little of our Christmas with you. I failed at taking any pictures. I took ONE picture. That’s it. So not like me, but it is what it is. Maybe I can make the kids sit by the tree with expressions of excitement and surprise before I take the tree down!? It’s a thought. Our Christmas was great. The kids were happy, we got to see lots of friends and family, oh and I almost killed my husband. Accidentally of course. It was truly an innocent event. Christmas morning. The kids opened their presents and then it was our turn. My husband handed me a couple of gifts and I gave a couple to the kids to pass over to dad. As I’m sitting there admiring the sweater I just unwrapped I hear my husband’s breath stop. I glanced right at his face and seriously thought he was having a heart attack. It took me 2.5 seconds to realize he was holding a onsie. Yes, a baby onsie. I think I heard a “no” forced from his lungs as he sat there frozen holding the onsie. Then it all came together and I was rolling on the floor laughing. I had handed him the wrong gift. A complete mistake. I even forgot that present was under the tree. I meant to ship it to New York. Then it dawned on me that I should tell him it was the wrong gift or I would need to perform CPR soon. It took him a while to regain his composure, but he’s alive and well. At least I know we’re truly on the same page in that department. infamous onsie

9 thoughts on “The Day I Nearly Killed My Husband

  1. Hahaha thanks for the laugh this morning! I’m right there with you with the 20 posts in my head… serious lack of pictures.. OYY. Trying to get back into the swing of things! Happy New Year!

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