A while back, HT wrote a sweet little top ten list about me. I can't remember why, but he did it, and I shared it with Carrie Wilson Link. She is a big fan of top ten lists. Somewhere toward the top, it said,
"She's very snuggly."
Carrie fired back, "Snuggly? Really?"
Seems she didn't think of me as the warm, snuggly buggly type.
My response to her?
"I can f@#ing snuggle like nobodies business."
Now, there's proof.
Today at 12:15, HT said, "Do you want to snuggle for 15 minutes before I have to go to work?" His shift was to start at 1:00.
Get your heads out of the gutter people. Snuggle means snuggle. This woman needs more than fifteen minutes (usually).
Up we went. He left his glasses on so he wouldn't fall asleep.
Spooning, fully clothed, middle of the day, in a pile of warm cozy blankets on the king size. He honestly didn't have a prayer.
Five minutes after he was supposed to report for work, I woke up and glanced at the clock.
HT is NEVER late for work. He can be sick as a dog and will not call in. This type of slip is completely out of character.
He flew out the door, screeched out the driveway, and I lay there, warm and cackling,
"Take that,Carrie Link!"