My wife snuck up on me one evening outside as I was taking out the trash and grabbed my arm. She got a little upset when she ended up on the ground. I was about to throw a shot to the throat when I realized who it was. The wife and I had a very nice talk about it after she stopped shaking. I explained that surprising a large man in the dark might lead to ones getting hurt. The wife agreed and that was that.
The wife also knows to make a loud noise to wake me and not start shaking me. I have a habit of jumping up at people who put a hand on me as I sleep. I guess old habits truly are the hardest to break. The wife calls it being hyper vigilant. I call it staying alive.
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For sure it is an evil spite, and breaking to the heart,
For Irishmen to watch a fight and not be taking part. -Robert Service
'How MacPherson Held The Floor'
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