Jeeves!

Picture this.

I'm home for lunch. I have about 10 minutes before I have to leave to go back to work. Hubby has gone to nap for a few minutes asking me to make sure baby girl is in her room for her rest time as well.

I sit down in the kitchen at my laptop. I'm cruising. I hear my phone ring from my purse on the floor next to me. I pick it up wondering if it's the salon calling to tell me my next client cancelled, don't rush back from lunch. I look at my phone. It's my hubby.

Wha...?

I answer.

"Can you turn up the ceiling fan?"

I start laughing. Are you kidding me? I head down the hall to our bedroom.

There lays my husband in the bed under the offending ceiling fan. At this point I'm laughing so hard I can't stand up and pull the switch.

All I could think is that was something I would have done.