Alien!

If you've never seen the movie Alien ('79) or any of it's oogey sequels, then it may be hard to visualize what happened to me an hour ago.

My lower back had been giving me trouble, so I decided to lay down for 30 minutes to see if I could shake it off. Well, maybe it was the fact that the room was silent or perhaps my reading selection disinterested the baby (what's not to love about Barron's Japanese Grammar?), but for whatever reason, (s)he decided to punch me. I mean, high in the stomach area, (s)he laid one on me! This is the part that made me cry out: I could SEE it. A lump went up in my shirt--a lump, people!--and I admit, I screamed like a little girl.

The cry must have temporarily shocked the baby, because nothing happened for a moment. Then, wham! Twice more! I got out of bed (forget back pain, we're talking aliens here!), and danced to the living room moaning, "Aghhhhhh!"

I grabbed the phone and called Tim.

FYI: Calling your spouse at work for an extraterrestrial sighting yields little results.