I woke up in a playful mood this morning as my husband did his best to wake me up from my zombie-like state. He pulled covers off of me and I kept finding ways to steal them back. He is a saint really, because I am usually in a horrid state of being when it is 5:45am and I NEED to be up. Not to mention that around 5am, it is as if the devil speaks
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