Okay –

The movie has been watched.

All three kids are in bed.

The dog is making obscene noises on the couch as she engages in loud self-hygiene.

And I? Am locked out of my bedroom.

yes, you read that right. Not because of anything I’ve done. My wife is recording voice clips for a class she is teaching, and needs quiet, so she shut the door. Kids don’t understand this, so I guess that’s how the door got locked. I can’t knock, because, well? Recording. If we had an “on air” light, it would be so professional and all that.

I’m sure she’ll open it before she goes to bed.

Uh, she will, won’t she?

The real reason I’m concerned is my rum (on the rocks) is in the bedroom with her. Dammit.

Update: I’m saved! She just came out, carrying (and maybe sipping) my rum. =P