Monday, December 5, 2011
Glad you're comfy, Buckaroo.
Go ahead and spread out.
You and The Other Woman (hubby's body pillow. She's a redhead. Sometimes I call her Ariel) just take all the space you need.
Catch up on all that sleep that eluded you half the night due to hurt fingers, scary noises, tooting, crying, the blanket not being tucked in correctly, a threat to spank which made you exclaim "after my spanking, will you tuck in my corners the right way?", a million glasses of water, the looming certainty of death by starvation since your parents wouldn't let you snack at ten p.m., and many other reasons.
You go on and take the bed, sparky. You had a rough night.