As you all know I love smart women, I mean come on, I married one, right? But sometimes she’s too smart for her bottoms own good.
Take last night for example, Bree was supposed to be upstairs sleeping. I’m downstairs watching a horror movie. It’s getting good, they are about to unmask the killer and ….. the screen goes off and comes back on with a bunch of Minions running around, huh??
What happened? How did I get on Netflix and why in the world would I play a Minions movie?
Then it hit me, BREE!!!
Somehow she’s behind this. I run upstairs, open the door and she is grinning like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. She is also hiding something under the covers.
“Ok, give it up.” I say.
She then says, “What? I was sleeping.”
“Really??? With the light on and this??” I pulled back the covers and there is her ipad and guess what?
Big brain figured out how to cast Netflix downstairs. The next 5 mins were filled with the sounds of Minions laughing and Bree whining and yelling from the bb blistering she got.
Then I took her ipad, tucked her in and went back to my movie. Oh yes, the killer was dead, the movie was over and I had no idea who he was after investing an hr of my time, UGGGGGGG.
Some where Minions are laughing.
Be good or else,