I suppose brownie points will have to do.
Yesterday, when I came out of the shower, Scott was lying on our bed. Now, the bed is right in front of the door, but somehow, I managed to miss him as I approached the doorway, and when I stepped in the room, he scared the hell out of me (by just lying there). I was already looking for weapons, and figured I could just throw the towels and jammies at him, while I found one. I told him it was lucky I didn't have anything hard in my hands.
The other morning I was leaving for work and Mr. H was still asleep. He had on earplugs because they're building one of those McMansion monstrosities next door. He said when I went to kiss him goodbye, the weirdness of not hearing anything combined with being woken from a deep sleep made him think for just a moment, "Who is this woman trying to kiss me?" and it freaked him out a little.