The Mocha, The Husband and The Dog

All contributors to my God-awful nights sleep last night, those three. I finally racked up an expense on my Starbucks gift card at the mall. Starbucks probably uses more caffeine than the gas station mocha, because I was hopped up. The husband decided to sleep diagonally in the bed instead of horizontal, our feet shared the exact same spot and that really sucks because he has Restless Leg Syndrome. Around 3:00 am he was done playing footsie and rolled over, this is when the dog decided she had to pee. I can think of maybe 3 other times she's had to go out in the middle of the night, so this was a special occasion. I had just successfully maneuvered the husband to the other side of the bed, so I got up to let her out, so's not to disturb him.
Before I continue, Darryl, don't comment about me putting the dog out in the cold to pee when I've only had two hours and 45 minutes of sleep the night before. Sorry pal.
3:00 am the dog sees a deer across the street, you can just imagine the kind of noise that's going to make. Barking was involved with a whole lot of swearing. She peed and I reeled her back in. She was outside maybe 2 minutes tops Darryl, buddy.
Now any self-respecting wife of 23 years can, without batting an eye, blame all of this on the husband. And I would, except today is his birthday. I'm going to have to suck this one up.