Sweet as this is, after a whole day with five kids I have become an Untouchable. I have no greater desire, than the whole bed. The whole bed, and nothing but the bed. And nobody touching me.
Because this isn't a very sympathetic desire, I grab every opportunity to ease my guilty conscience. So when hubby and I were watching an episode of Ghost Whisperer, and I saw Jennifer Love Hewitt's tv hubby take up all the bed, I shouted triumphantely: 'You see! He's taking up all the space! There's no room left for her!'
'No he isn't!' hubby said. 'He's on hís side of the bed!'
I took another look, and had to admit: technically he was júst on his own side.
'Well, he's almóst on her side of the bed, which is annoying too!' I tried to prove my point.
'Yes, but where else should the poor guy lie himself down to sleep?!'
'Waaay more to the edge of the bed!' I explained.
Then Jennifer Love Hewitt herself got into bed, clad in a long white nightgown, and cuddled up to her tv-hubby.
'Ha!' hubby said meaningfully. 'You see?!'
I saw, I heard, and I was silent.'
And tomorrow I'm going to buy me a nightgown.
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