My husband, the romantic

Picture it: It's 4 am on the first cool fall morning (after his alarm went off...on a Saturday. Awesome!).

him: Are you cold?

me: no *thinks murderous thoughts*

him: roll over on your side so I can spoon you. I'm cold. You aren't cold?

me: no *zomg less talky more sleepy!*

him: Well. Roll over anyway. I'm freezing.


We're only 4ish years into this marriage. At this rate, I think I might be getting Spam for Valentine's Day.



Dearest husband, I'm totally kidding. You know I'm up for spooning no matter the reason.  :)