The hammer

I just had the oddest phone conversation with Rob. Take from it what you wish...I am still deciphering it.

Me: Hi. Do you know where the hammer is?

Him: The hammer, why?

Me: I am going to hang up all of the pictures that are leaning against our walls. You know, the ones you have been bugging me about. (Yes, we moved in months ago and I still haven't decorated...another story all together. Maybe tomorrow?)
Him: Oh, good!

Me: So, do you know where the hammer is?

Him: Um, yeah I think so.

Me: Where?

Him: It's under our bed.
Me: Under our bed?

Him: Yeah, under our bed. It's on my side of the bed up towards the headboard. Right under where my head would be.

Me: That's a weird place for it. Why is it there?

Him: Because that is where I put it.

Me: Um, okay...thanks, bye.

Him: Bye

Keep in mind that he hasn't hung anything up in our bedroom. Why the need for the hammer? Yeah, that's what I want to know. Just incase he needs to bop me in the middle of the night if my snoring gets out of control? Yeah, yeah so lame. You have to admit, that is a weird place to store a hammer, especially on purpose. Like that is where it should go or something? I don't get it...all of the rest of the tools are in the garage.

I bet it is his back-up to ward off any middle of the night intruders. Yeah, that sounds a lot better! He is just trying to protect us. :) I still think it's funny though...love you Rob!!!