I know I shouldn't, but I get really mad at my husband when he is sleeping, but I can't. I wake up in the middle of the night and I toss. Then I see him all adorably dozing and I fume. I want to slap his face for leaving me alone in this horrible state of wake. But I don't. I just look at him. And it passes, thank god.
PS Love you, babe.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
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