The best part is that he never remembers what he says
On Thursday, The Fiancé and I spent the evening watching horror movies. I'm pretty sure I'm immune to them at this point, but scary movies may affect The Fiancé more than he's willing to admit.
Around three a.m., I woke up to pee, because with every passing year, my bladder shrinks by half and I can't get through a night without going to the bathroom at least once.
When I returned, groggy and navigating the maze of our bedroom floor to avoid clothes baskets and the renovation materials (we're still working on the bedroom), I staggered around and eventually flopped into bed.
The Fiancé turned toward me, 90% still asleep, and asked (quite clearly), "You aren't a zombie, are you?"
Around three a.m., I woke up to pee, because with every passing year, my bladder shrinks by half and I can't get through a night without going to the bathroom at least once.
When I returned, groggy and navigating the maze of our bedroom floor to avoid clothes baskets and the renovation materials (we're still working on the bedroom), I staggered around and eventually flopped into bed.
The Fiancé turned toward me, 90% still asleep, and asked (quite clearly), "You aren't a zombie, are you?"