Whoa there, shut the door!

So as many of the people who read this are parents, I'm sure they recall that once a baby arrives intimacy with your partner becomes a fond memory and about as rare as movie footage of Big Foot, JFK in Dallas, or Anna Nicole Smith not baked out of her mind. Well on Friday we got Wild Bill (who screamed and fussed for 4 1/2 hours solid the other night. Do babies go hoarse? God I hope so.) to bed early, and seeing as it was Friday we decided to get friendly.

Well you seem to lose track of whats happening around you while you're "holding hands" and whispering "sweet nothings" back and forth. I thought I heard our front door close, but dismissed it. Wild Bill was in his rocker asleep, the cats don't want to go outside, and the dogs lack thumbs, making it very difficult to manipulate a standard round door handle. I then heard another door open and close. Thinking we are being robbed I run to the bedroom door to see if anyone is still there before I grab my pistol off of the night stand.

Well it turns out a family member had stopped by unannounced with another family member who is a minor with them. I'm quite sure these two got to see much more of me than either one of them ever wanted. I just saw two people I didn't recognize at first in my living room, so I ducked back into the bedroom for my gun. They identified themselves and we, uh, had a very akward conversation through the door.

I'm just glad they didn't wake Wild Bill

And for the two people who witnessed me in all my glory, for the record IT WAS COLD IN THE HOUSE!