This morning at 5:40, I woke up to the world falling out from under me. Actually, it wasn't the whole world - it was my pillow. And it wasn't falling - it was being yanked violently from under my peaceful head.
I rolled over and yelled at Scott, "hey that one is MINE!" And I took it back. I asked him this morning about it. He has no recollection of the event. But he did think it was funny. We had a good laugh.
Of course, I got him back about an hour later when I elbowed him in the chest while I was rolling over. He doesn't remember that either.
ahh...the joys of sleep...
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