Last night, I was watching t.v. and totally fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up at 2am, Joe wasn't working at his computer anymore. Realizing that he must have gone to bed already (and probably couldn't wake me to do the same), I started getting ready to head to bed myself. I dragged my feet over to the coat rack where my purse was hanging to retrieve my cell phone, since I always charge it overnight. As I'm standing there, half asleep, I hear the weirdest scratching sound...

Homer? Where would Homer be scratching to make that sound? Wait, that's the lock to the front door! Who's coming in the front door??!

That entire thought process happened in the span of less than one second before the door swung wide open, right in front of me, and I gasped, frozen in place!

"Woah!" Joe said. "You scared the hell out of me!"

"You scared the hell out of me!" I said, still half asleep, but panicked and confused. "What?" I added, much more sleepily. "What's happening?"

He laughed and held up the half gallon of milk he'd just purchased. He got it so he could eat cereal. Ah. It all made sense. We both laughed as we recounted how much we'd freaked each other out! Heh. Good times...