Saturday, 5 November 2011

This One Dark Night...

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?

Had he found his truck lights...


  1. Looks like you'll have to buy more Christmas lights for his truck!!!! That would be awesome!!!

  2. Mom, no. I already have enough Hickness to deal with, I am certainly not adding to it.


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