There is a first time for everything.

I did something last night. Something that wasn't so good, but oh so... so... liberating.

No, I didn't rip my bra from my chest, hold it high in my fist and curse Rodger Van Bradenhoozle for inventing the torturous devices. I simply flipped a button. One little button you say? Yes. I flipped a button and rolled over to return to my blissful cracked out dreams. Now you may be thinking this is no big deal to ignore a call, but this is a momentous moment for me.

My husband had just gotten home from his second shift job and consequently I had just fallen asleep after 3 hours of tossing and turning. He was kind enough to march in the bedroom and pronounce that we had a call and that he would be waiting in the truck. Unfortunately, I had already made up my mind that I was not going and he was the recipient of a few choice words. (Hey, in my defence, he was aware of the fact that I sprout horns and a pointy tail when I am tired BEFORE he married me.) Anyway, he somehow got the point that I would not be responding through the string of monosyllable words I was spitting at him through gritted teeth. And off he went to save the town, and off I went back to dream land... with my pager OFF. Off. Never ever ever have I turned the damned thing OFF. Usually I just silence the present call and stay available for the next one.

Even though it was quite liberating, I feel kind of, well, dirty. And sadly, still left wanting for toothpicks to keep my eyelids open. I guess as long as I don't make a habit of it, it isn't that bad... right?