Tuesday, March 4, 2008

I'm delicious.

I walk downstairs in the middle of the night to find my husband on the couch, asleep. He looks fairly uncomfortable, so I wake him to ask if he'd rather sleep upstairs in our bed.

Him: No, I'm good here. In fact, I'm delicious!


Deb said...

LOL, that's a great story.

GDad said...

Any more?

Casdok said...

How funny!! :)

Ken said...

Funny stuff.

Wow... you have your hands full.

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