"How'd you sleep?" Hubby asked me this morning (umm, yeah, we have deep conversation around here all the time).
"Great!" I perkily replied, "How'd you sleep?"
"Not so well." (I'm paraphrasing here, because Hubby's language wasn't quite this bland).
I immediately retort with, "Well, if you'd quit napping on the couch in the evening, you'd probably sleep better."
He responded with, "I didn't fall asleep in the couch last night!" (Oh please! Like his sleeping on the couch and this particular conversation this isn't a daily occurrence)
"Yes, you did. In fact, I was *this* close to taking pictures of you - splayed out on the couch, head thrown back and your mouth wide open ready to catch flies and post it on the internet," said I.
"Well, I don't remember it," said he hotly.
I sighed and walked away.
Guess where and what Hubby is doing right this very minute? The devil in me is telling me to pull out the camera.....