The bad with the good.

This will be the lamest post ever. If not funny too.

Last night Gregg , the love of my life , decided he needed to cuddle me. I don't think he ever realized that by moving over I was trying to let his sleeping conscience know that I was hot and did NOT want his hot body right up next to mine. ( no seriously, he has the hottest body temperature ever. always.) So the boy ended up rolling me right off the bed. At which point he rolls a few inches over and I hop right back on.

This turned good around 5:30 am when I was in the need of a good cuddle because I was cold and he was more than willing to let me snuggle into that same warm body I was not wanting to cuddle earlier.

Turned bad again around 6:30am when I finally got to sleep and started having nightmares. I can't even remember what they were about now because my nightmares turned lovely dreams a little after 11:45 am when my dreams turned into making lots of money from babysitting and getting to go to a free Brad Paisley concert.( My group snuck in. Security let us! ) I don't even like Brad Paisley.

Then I woke up. Because husband left his phone at home. His friend called and the ringtone woke me up. I hate the sound of his ringtone/alarm. Oh and the phone died. Right when it got picked up. ah vell.