They Found Him! They Found Him!!

So the other day - Sunday, for those of you keeping score at home - Lisa and I got up early as usual to get ready for church. We enjoyed a little breakfast and watched a little pre-church TV. Around 8:40, Lisa decided she needed to lay down "for 10 minutes". No problem, church starts at 10am, and I think it is bad karma to mess with a pregnant woman.

So, with the remote in hand, I flip through the channels and come across Air Force One. I sit back and relax, realizing full well that we are never going to make it to church. Around 10:40, Lisa emerges from the bedroom, bleary-eyed and semi-panicked. "I can't believe I slept that long!", she says, "We can still make it to the last 2 hours!!"

I begrudgingly get up and jump in the shower. About 5 minutes later, my sweet, pregnant wife bursts through the bathroom door jubilantly exclaiming, "They found him! They found him!!" To which I, with a head covered in shampoo, reply, "Who found who?" She has tears in her eyes and explains, "The president! They found the president! They were all clapping and cheering!" I look over the shower curtain (a benefit of being so tall) to see her wiping tears from her eyes. I ask with a certain degree of disbelief, "Really?" She confirms with the simple phrase, "Sorry, I'm just a little pregnant right now."

Who would have thought Harrison Ford could have that kind of effect on a pregnant woman?