It was kind of like “The Princess and the Pea.” Except with glass.

On Sunday night, I was sleeping soundly in my bed, when I was awoken by a loud crash. Shattering glass! "A burglar?" I thought. "Great. Now I have to dive out of this second story window. Why didn't I wear cute pajamas to bed? Why am I wearing these ten-year-old ratty shorts? I really need…

Now, I don’t mean to be a nagging wife…

...but sometimes, I see things and wonder what Coleman was thinking. Take this morning, for example. One of us created a rule a while ago that whoever is the last person out of bed in the morning is responsible for making the bed. One of us made this rule because she was tired of the…