DUH.

Hm. I wonder if I'm halfway losing it. I was doing intense research last night on my computer (ok, I was facebooking), and Mike came in from VBS. I asked if there was a good crowd and he said there was. He then went into the bedroom and evidently got in bed to read. A while later I heard some soft music from the back of the house. I went to find out what it was and found Mike in bed on his computer. I said "Oh hi. When did you get home?" He looked at me over his computer with an odd look that said "What the heck?". I looked at him blankly, not understanding the look. Then it SLOWLY came to me what had happened. I vaguely remembered him coming in. Hope this does not happen again on a regular basis. Oh, and yes, today I have to get an attorney first thing today to fight Mike committing me to the bughouse. Y'all pray.