The Story of "Why Andrea's Not Allowed to Play Scrabble at Night."

Some of you know this story.  I figured it was high time I let the rest of you in on the secret.

I will take you back to a time this winter when I was heavily involved with "Words With Friends."  I would even go so far, as to say, I was *addicted*.  I would always have several games going at once, and my phone never left my side.  So, when I awoke at 2:30 am to use the bathroom - it was completely normal for me to think, "hmmm, I wonder if it is my turn to make a move on WWF."

The following detail of events will first be told from my perspective:

I wear earplugs to bed.  Shiloh snores.  I'm a light sleeper.  Earplugs it is.  I awoke at 2:30 am to use the bathroom, and decided I should check my phone.  This much we've determined.  Much to my delight, someone had played, and it was, in fact, my turn.  Also, because it was 2:30 am, and I was a little tired, I decided that I should perhaps have a seat on the kitchen floor.  So, there I sat cross legged, hunched over my phone, back to the entrance of the kitchen, deep deep deep in thought.

The next thing I know I hear LOUD stomping behind me, almost as if an animal is charging me, and something (clearly not an animal) touches my shoulder.  I, of course what else would I even think of doing, scream at the top of my lungs, complete a very fancy spin move, and ninja kick the space that I believe the strange creature to be occupying. 

Imagine my surprise when I see Shiloh, sprawled out on the kitchen floor, with a look that can only be described as sheer terror, on his face.

... and now my friends, the scene as it played out from Shiloh's perspective:

Shiloh noticed that I got out of bed at 2:30 am.  After I failed to return in "a reasonable amount of time" he went looking for me.  As he rounded the corner into the kitchen, he noticed me sitting on the floor.  He was a little concern that I was A. sitting on the kitchen floor, and B. hunched over.  Because he was worried, he called out to me "Andrea" not once, not twice, but three different times.   Because I was wearing earplugs, and deep in concentration mode, I never heard him.

Shiloh grew increasingly concerned, and feared for my safety.  He believed that I had gone "all Blair Witch, or something."  *whatever that means*  So, now - he was a little scared.  I mean, after all, why else would I be sitting on the kitchen floor, hunched over, non-responsive if not for a good old fashioned demon possession.  (obviously he never saw that I was holding a phone - just that I had a glow emitting from my being).

So, what does any rational human who, now believes his wife is possessed, do???  That's right, get down on all fours and approach them.  *carefully*  Imagine his surprise when, at the very moment he touches my shoulder, I erupt with a blood curdling scream that would make Jason, himself, nervous.

Now, 100% sure of my possession and in an attempt to save himself, he dove across the kitchen floor.  I mean really, who knows what Andrea possessed is capable of.  (I am sorry I am giggling as I write this... it was so damn funny).

As I spin around, attempting to thwart the obviously threat to my life - our eyes meet.  In an instant, we realize what has happened...

Shiloh:  WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!!!
Andrea:  PLAYING MY GAME, DO YOU WANT TO DIE!!!
Shiloh:  Sooooooo, you're not possessed???

I start laughing so hard I can barely talk, which then sends Shiloh into fits of giggles.  We agree that I will not play on my phone in the middle of the night, anymore. 

I, of course, can't stop laughing for the next hour. 

May your day be filled with humor at its finest.

Andrea