This was during Andrew and I's second year together. Me turning in my sleep created this exchange:
Andrew: What are you doing?
Me: I'm sleeping.
(Obviously not. Cause I don't sleep talk.)
Andrew: Well, I want to turn on the lights. Move your arms!
Me: Fine, here.
(By that time, I had dealt with enough Nighttime Psycho Andrews to know to just go along.)
Andrew: I just want to turn on the truck lights. Where are they?!
He then quickly starts searching my sides for the lights. I am his night truck. Beep beep!
Andrew: ... Ah, fuck it.
And then cuddles me. Why does the f-bomb always have to prelude the cuddles?
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| Had he found his truck lights... |
Looks like you'll have to buy more Christmas lights for his truck!!!! That would be awesome!!!
ReplyDeleteMom, no. I already have enough Hickness to deal with, I am certainly not adding to it.
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