For the last couple of mornings, Zack has tried to wake up in time to tell me bye. I always feel bad waking him up to say goodbye in the mornings. I hate being interrupted in my last few moments of sleep, and most mornings I walk out of the door at the same time his alarm is waking him up. I leave him notes instead of waking him up. (Oh, the joys of working different schedules.)

This morning I was ahead of schedule (once in a lifetime fabulous bed-head hair prevented the need for wetting/blow drying) and about to leave the house at 7:40 when I heard Zack get out of bed upstairs. “How sweet,” I thought, assuming that he was getting up 5 minutes early to catch me and give me a sleepy kiss. I turned around and walked up the stairs to meet him half way. At the top of the stairs, I noticed that Zack had made a pit-stop in the bathroom before coming downstairs. We are not the “keep the mystery” type of a couple, and often share the bathroom in the mornings.

Right before I opened the door, I remembered that SisterKaty had come home last night (as evidenced by the bowl of leftover stew in the sink) and she had brought friends (as evidenced by the 2^nd and 3^rd bowls of leftover stew in the sink), and as a boy became visible through the crack in the door, I realized, then AW CRAP. That the boy standing in the bathroom had a lot of hair on his head, dark hair, hair that was not thinning in any place at all, and that boy was NOT ZACK.

Luckily I had just peeked into the door; I hadn’t flung it open. Also lucky, Brad is a modest boy who doesn’t still go pee-pee with pants to the floor.

After I saw that it wasn’t Zack, I walked into the bedroom where Zack was still dozing. “Zack,” I said, “I heard you moving around up here, so I thought I’d come tell you bye.” That’s when he started looking at me like, um, Sarah, I am clearly NOT moving around. And I said, “But you’re not moving around. And that wasn’t you peeing in the bathroom, either. It was Brad. Love you! Bye.”