Barking Mad


We’ve reached a summer détente on the blanket issue: husband gets both comforters because I only want the sheet.  It’s gotten too hot at night for anything else.

 

legs in too hot, one leg out just right... but the Monster!

At least the monster never steals my pillow.

 

That doesn’t keep him from heaping the blankets on me throughout the night, so that I wake up sweating and have to toss them back over to his side.  But he’s been unable to cry “blanket thief” because I react too quickly.

 

HA!

 

So what’s his new plan?  Oh, he’s got one.

Don’t stop now – keep reading!

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I Have A Blog, So I Win.

I am ill.

I shall rally heroically, of course – never fear, my fans! – and recover quickly, but the combination of late nights, cold air, exposure to the sniffling hoards of humanity and the shouting (oh, the glorious shouting!) has finally brought me low.  Briefly.

In spite of the many things I wanted to do today, the thing I mostly did was sleep.  Two bowls of ice cream were also consumed, and Husband has gone out to fetch me a milkshake, but the sleeping was the big event on my calendar.  As he was leaving to do this nice thing for me, this happened:

ME:  I can’t believe I slept that long and I’m still tired!
HIM:  About an hour and a half ago, you were calling out to me –
ME:  (puzzled look)
HIM:  Yeah, you were calling me, louder and louder, so I came in and checked and you were sound asleep.
ME:  Really?  (ponders)
HIM:  (kisses me on the forehead) Mmhmm. (begins to leave)
ME:  (thoughtfully) I don’t think that really happened
HIM:  (stops, turns) When you talk in your sleep, it didn’t happen.  But when I talk in my sleep, you put it on Facebook!
ME:  Not always.  Sometimes I tweet it.  And I have a blog now.  You don’t have a blog.
HIM:  (slumps, visibly defeated by this logic)

 

defeat

He could have his own blog, if I were less perfect