Ninjas Beware!

Around 2:00 AM this morning, (only a few minutes after Reuben came to bed after ironing his clothes for work*), Reuben and I were very rudely awakened by a rather loud crash from the downstairs. I, of course, was terrified and Reuben quickly jumped out of bed to go and investigate. Remembering the hammer I left on top of the dresser a couple days earlier, I grabbed it and the telephone and crept into the upstairs hallway to listen for noise of a brawl downstairs. (Yeah, that's right, a brawl!) My heart was racing along with my thoughts as I pictured the gang of ruffians (I'm on a roll) that Reuben was facing off against. They, of course, were super sweet ninjas possessing advanced weapons of mass destruction. There were 12 of them and they could jump and freeze themselves in the air and Matrix themselves out of compromising positions. They worked-out 5 days a week and ate only fresh fruits and vegetables and absolutely NO processed foods. This could get ugly quickly.

It was only after several minutes of silence that I began to wonder if my mind had slightly exaggerated the situation. When Reuben returned to the upstairs this was confirmed. He reported that a pan placed precariously on top of another pan fell and made the noise. I listened as I watched him walk into the guest room and put something down.

"What was that?" I asked.

"The iron." He replied non-chalantly, returning the bedroom.

Following him, I asked, "What were you going to do with that?"

"I don't know. It was still hot and the corners are pointy."

Ninjas beware. If you enter this house we will hammer and iron you. You better just keep walking. You don't want none of this.


*I will not be judged on being a poor house wife! I did not know Reuben needed clothes ironed and if I had, I maybe, possibly, would have ironed them earlier.  Besides, we needed that weapon to be hot still. :)