There we were, blissfully slumbering like babes in arms, at about 3 this morning.
Then suddenly– CRACK.
Something from our bed broke.
Please remember that our bed is a 40-year-old frame that we bought for $10 out of someone’s garage. Plus, you know, all the humping (sorry I just had to say it) and my big fat ass. Anyway. Whatever it was that broke caused Rob to be in plunged into a hole of sorts. Not at all comfortable for him, I’m sure. But I was SLEEPING! And I didn’t want to get up long enough to fix it! So my exact words were “Can we still sleep? Until morning? And fix it in the morning? Pleeeease?”
AND HE SAID YES. He slept in the hole all night long, just because he loves me. Of course right now he’s all snuggled up on my non-collapsed side of the bed because who wants to sleep in a hole? But he did spend three hours just sleeping in a hole. FOR ME. What a sweetheart.
That’s sweet. He sounds easy-going, like my hubby. I love that calendar, btw. Those girls look great. We’re so used to seeing evil skinny biatches, that we forget what normal looks like.