Last night Randy and I had one of those fun nights where you laugh, and joke, and talk before bed. After praying, I made the quick comment that I was glad he was mine, smooched, then rolled over to get into my "this is serious" sleep position. Just moments before I was putting in my second ear plug (I have found that after years of using them to block snoring, even normal breathing gets on my nerves now, so I still use them despite Randy's lack of snoring from his tonsillectomy) I felt the bed shift under me, with Randy snuggling up behind me. But he had ulterior motives...
(Creepy Whisper) "Hey, honey." {Creeper labored breathing on my bare neck}
Thinking he was going to whisper that he was glad I was his, or something else poetically romantic-- "Yeah?"
(Creepy Whisper) "You smell different when you sleep." {Hot breath, Sniff, Hot breath}
It took half a second to realize I had married a psycho, creepy stalker freak before we both broke out in side-splitting, tears-streaming laughter.
I really am the luckiest girl in the world. Even if he doesn't tell me in "socially acceptable" words.
😂😂 Only Randy!
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