Last night I had a dream, or at least I was pretty sure a dream until J was able to confirm it. Yes, a dream, and I suspected as such, because in my dream I was skinny again. La la la la la...
In my dream I awake to find his hand on one of my...err...boobs. I pushed it away violently and said, in my most sarcastic, disgusted, crazy wife voice, "AS IF!"
When I asked J about it, he laughed. "No, that didn't happen." Then, after it had really sunk in, he looked a little panicked, but tried to keep the mood light.
"I guess you really have some issues with me."
Ugh. Bad wife!