J & I are still on twin air mattresses that zip together while we wait for our bed. last night he went to bed first because i was working on my website. i lay down and slid into the crack to try to cuddle with him since i knew i couldn't move his dead weight body over. he feels my arm, says loudly, 'i hate being in the crack!' and rolls away from me. he was on the flat spot! this morning i told him what happened, he laughed and said he didn't remember a thing. he said he must have been sleep talking...
on another note, check out this article. you'll get a kick out of it.
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Funny J, funny article. At least the crack beats a closet!
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