
Me, Temporary Desperate Housewife, started cleaning the Master Bedroom last night.
Here's the conversation I had with hub after we moved the blanket chest at the foot of the bed.
"There's a baseball bat under the chest."
"Gee, I forgot all about it."
"Boys put it there?"
"No, I did."
"You did?"
"Yes."
"Are you planning to beat someone up?"
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"No, but you never know."
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"We have a burglar alarm and two dogs."
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"I know but.........."
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"If someone breaks into the house, you're going to get out of bed, find the bat and go swinging after them?"
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"I remember my parents had a baseball bat under their bed when I was a kid... and my dad still has a mini bat under his car seat."
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"Yeah, You're like Eastern European Sopranos."
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"Well.... what if there is a fire?"
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"You're going to hit the fireman?"
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"No we could break a window and get out."
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"We could also slide open the patio door and walk onto the deck."
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Desperate Housewife picks bat up.
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Husband leaves.
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Bat is dusted and polished.
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Everyone knows.....a smart woman always has a bat near her side of the bed....just in case.
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