Last night, HH worked some unplanned OT. When he got home, I was knocked all the way out. I didn’t even hear the phone when he called to tell me about the OT.
This morning, my hip was ridiculously sore, so I laid in bed and tried to stretch it out. He woke up and massaged it a bit for me, then pulled me in for a cuddle.
Then, is his gravelly, sleepy voice he says, “can you please…”
Now, I figured this was going to be some household related request, like picking up something for CH, etc.
“Can you please… (dramatic pause)…not come to bed with this UGLY t-shirt on?”
That would be this t-shirt here:
Clearly, it’s time for the football season to be upon us.