Saturday, July 29, 2006
My husband came to bed late last night because he was playing a game and I grew tired of watching him. So, when he came to bed later he laid crooked on the bed. Then knocking off my pillows on accident. He said I got really frustrated and got up and stood on the side of the bed. I told him, "Charles, you are laying crooked on the bed! Come on! Scoot over!...This is America, you know!" Then when he straightened himself, I laid back down and went to sleep. He was laughing about it this morning. I remember saying that, but it sounded more ridiculous later. Hee, hee...
Written by Virginia R. at 9:51 PM