
It was Saturday evening. I was in my bed drowsing in consciousness limbo when I hear Mike warn,
“I’m turning the light on.”
Dreadful words. I retreat under the blankets further, a reflex mastered by any seasoned sleeper.I feel Mike get on his side of the bed. He asks for a kiss.
I grunt in response. (A sentiment that is not open to interpretation in this matter.)
He continues to pester me for a kiss. I extend a compromise that I’ll kiss him once he turns off the light.
No deal.
Finally after a round of verbal volley, I peeked through the top of the covers to see…a moose and
my degree!
Mike found our degrees Saturday evening! They were in a box under a gaggle of wires!Only in our house.
PS He got lots of kisses with the light on and off. ;)






