Normally I am sleeping at this hour, but I had a rude awakening a half hour ago...

I was awakened by a pretty loud bang. Coming out of my slumber, I hear what sounds like a very large dog puking, (mind you, I don't have a dog...of any size!) I flip on my bedroom light and go into the hallway. I turn the hallway light on and I as turned...I can see blue goo oooozing out from underneith my washer & drier in my laundry room.

The bang I was awakened by was the giant size bottle of liquid laundry detergent slipping off the shelf and hitting the washer...naturally when it hit, the lid fell off the bottle and the 'puking dog sound' was the bottle, suspended between my washer & drier, emptying out onto the floor!!!

NOT WHAT I HAD PLANNED FOR 3:30 IN THE MORNING!!!




What rude awakenings have you had?

the other night.
drunken frat guys were outside.
nothing new.
but they decided to mess around in the river.
they were throwing crap.
and they woke up all the ducks.
it was so louddd.
and they kept screaming and laughing.
i hate drunken idiots.

how did the bottle fall off the shelf?your house is haunted

I was thinking the same thing

I got sick when I was younger and the congestion caused me to snore.............my mother (I dislike her immensely) put a clothes pin on my nose.....(it hurt actually) woke up pissed

Maybe it was mices.........LMAO

Well as I was doing my laundry yesterday, I noticed that the bottle was creeping forward on the shelf...may have only been about a couple quarts left in the bottle. Why didn't I just scoot that bottle back!? The house smells ~ fresh and clean ~ now.

a mice problem would be waaay worse than a ghost problem

awwww geez,,, sorry that happened to you!

I had a smoke alarm start beeping a couple of nights ago-
the battery was dying and it was making that annoying "change the batteries" noise...
I sat up in bed thinking the house is on fire -I have to grab the cat....!!!!!!!!!

A few weeks ago, the dog and I were roused at the crack of dawn by an extremely loud commotion out in the hallway. We live on the top floor of an apt. building and it sounded like a train was coming up the stairs...lots of rumbling, shaking, and loud crashing noises. Not knowing what was going on, and because I apparently have a morbid curiosity, I decided to whip open the front door and see who was killing each other out there.

I was greeted by a huge dude dressed all in black pointing a very large automatic rifle at my chest screaming "Get back in your house!". DEA, according to the back of his flak jacket. Apparently, the neighbor's boyfriend's a drug dealer and the crack of dawn is prime time for a raid.

I just remarked "Good morning to you too!" and closed the door.

Shutterbug
Glad it was only a bottle of detergent and nothing more. Shortly after moving into my house and living on my own for the first time, I was awaken by what I thought was someone trying to break in through a kitchen window. I jumped out of bed and shouted at the top of my lungs, "I know you are there you MF and you better leave." As I crept closer to the kitchen, I realized it was the ice machine maker making all that noise. I just laughed until I cryed. The next week I had an alarm system put in so I could sleep through the night.

Hope all is good with you and that you had a wonderful Thanksgiving!!!

my ice maker in the freezer constantly freaks me out when the tray is empty and the ice falls in it,it'll wake me up sometimes

For future reference...SCREW THE LID BACK ON YOUR DETERGENT....glad I could help.


Couple years ago, I sacked out and was using an antique heating pad.....woke up with a third of the bed on fire and minor burns on one leg....3 a.m. I am butt naked and wrestling a flaming matress and box spring out of my side door leaving a trail of embers burning holes in my carpet. Frantically ran back and forth filling pitchers of water to douse my carpet and soak the mattress and box springs. Opened all the doors to air the place out and flopped on the couch in exhaustion.....an hour later I woke again to an odd glow outside my widow....the winds had whipped up and stoked an ember in the mattress out in my front hard and there were flames higher than my house.....wasnt nothing I could do but let it burn.

On the upside, I told my best friend about it and when I got off work, She had driven from San Antonio (6.5 hours) with a trailer and two of her girl friends and brought me a monsterous king sized bed. I just sat on my couch (as ordered) and watched three chicks bring in and set me up the biggest bed I have ever seen. I LOVE that bed!

and no longer use heating pads.

I had just moved into a house & I was surprised how much dry food the dog was eating all of a sudden.One night the crunching woke me up & to my dismay the dog was asleep at my feet on the bed.It turns out that a family of possums were feasting every night via a hole in the floor.Welcome to the country-city slicker!

The lid WAS screwed on...was knocked off the plastic jug when it hit the washing machine.

***Note to self, (after reading krupa's experience)...dispose of antique heating pad, (I have one too)!!!

here's one for the recordbooks..(one word?)
last night my friend called me while i was working away,and said that he desperatly needed my help for a lift back home from the hotel that his company was giving a christmas bash..i felt that this had to take precedence over the orders to tokyo due to the fact that he's my best friend and i didnt want him to drive all plowed in the brainpan.
i got to the holiday inn and had to spend at least 45 minutes trying to find the guy because 4 parties were being given at the same time.
when i did ,he asked me if i wouldnt mind waiting anout 20 minutes,so i went back in the car and waiting a bit...a whole hour passed.
we were almost at his place when he discovered that he didnt have his house key so we returned to the holiday inn and got them from the table in the party room..on the way back he was getting rowdy in the car and felt like giving me a drunked out thank you hug while i was driving almost sending us into oncomming traffic..after pushing him hard off of me he then picked up his cell phone and dialed to make a call..i heard him say that kol is with me we will be having tea (****ed up)..and then he would be home right after.i asked why did you tell nataly that we;re having tea when we're driving and why did you call her up at 3 am?...he said OH THAT WASNT NATALY I CALLED YOUR GRANDMOTHER!!!!!..man,i am telling all of you guys and dolls out here that if youre going to be picking up a drunk ******* of a friend from a christtmas party,you better go and unplug your nana's phone first

Thank God Krup! Thank God nothing worse happened to you!

Back when I was living with Mom and Dad before I got married, I must have been about 20, my bedroom was upstairs on the other side of the house from them. It was like 3:30 in the morning and I heard my brother and his friend trying to open the door, both of them drunk off their azzes. So I fall back off to sleep and figured that was it for the night......

I woke up hearing this really strange noise about an hour later....sshhhrrkk...ba-bump............sshhhrrkk...ba-bump........sshhhrrkk...ba-bump.... I'm thinking "Holy crap what is that!!!! If I scream and it is someone coming up the stairs, they will kill me before I can wake my parents on the other side of house and my brother is passed out drunk in his room!!! I'm dead!!" So I gave one of my spike high heels figuring I will at least stab him with my shoe.

I sneak out of the room and over to the top of the stairs....sshhhrrkk...ba-bump............sshhhrrkk...ba-bump........sshhhrrkk...ba-bump..... I look down the stairs to see my brother pulling himself up the stairs on his belly because he was too wasted to stand up and climb them. The "ba-bumps" were his feet banging on the steps. He just looked up at me and slurred "Help me before I fall down the stairs again"

So I spent the rest of the night pulling him up the stairs and making him comfortable in the bathroom with his head next to the toilet bowl because I wasn't going to have to clean up when he puked. (And to this day, I won't eat White Castle because that is what he threw up all over the bathroom.)

Thank God Krup! Thank God nothing worse happened to you!


Oh, it was much worse than just that.........I didnt get no smoochly smoochins from my Romy! (though the box of porn under the bed survived)