So rarely do I ever bring electronics into the bedroom besides my iPhone. I'm the geek with loads of books on my night stand and magazines all over the bedroom floor.
But, last night I brought my laptop to bed to do some last minute blogging duties and download a few things while Brandon passed out beside me.
As soon as I put down the laptop to get under the covers, Brandon is throwing him arms around me cuddling as tight as possible and says, "night Shamu."
"Good night Shamu?"
As nonchalantly as possible, "yeah, 'night Shamu."
Good lord, my husband thinks I’m fat.
I proceeded to ask him what's that supposed to mean? All I received was a few mmhmm's and hmmm?'s. I'm never gonna let him live this down.
Y’all, my husband talks in his sleep!!!