Public Apology

Dear Fred,

I'm really sorry about last night - but you had to know there was no way I was going to be able to sleep with a cockroach on the loose in our room.

I'm sorry I turned on all the lights after you'd been asleep for a couple of hours and that you got mad because you had to get up reeeaaally early to go play golf.

I'm sorry I didn't scream quietly when I finally found the huge cockroach in a dirty shirt and then went on to kill it loudly like in a horror movie. I just had to make sure it was dead - it was my first cockroach murder - and I swear someone once told me that they are really hard to kill, so it was necessary for me to kill it with your church shoe...hitting it repeatedly...then stand on the shoe and jump, then squeal as I moved the shoe and picked it up with toilet paper - because I wasn't sure if the jumping actually killed it. (note: it did)

I'm sorry that after I was done you couldn't fall back into dreamland and had to go watch tv for who knows how long...

and I didn't know you were leaving at 5:15 this morning. that is early. it makes me feel even worse.

If it's an consolation...I slept pretty good.

Don't be mad okay?

love-
your wifey