At three a.m. my husband, Scott, got up to go to the bathroom. This is usually an uneventful event. Last night however, I heard him yelling, “Get off me! Don’t even think about it! Get! Get! Get away from me.”
“What the heck are you doing?” I yelled to him. “Is it a palmetto bug in there? Or a mouse?” I was sure whatever it was….it was a big one!
He came back to bed and got settled under the covers.
“You can go back to sleep now. I took care of it,” he answered sleepily.
“I can’t sleep until I know what’s in there,” I told him.
“It was just one of your wrinkles trying to attach itself to my leg. I shook it off and flushed it . You now have one less wrinkle to worry about.”
My hero. I love this man.