You gotta hand it to my Danish husband. He has to put up with all kinds of madness. But at least we crack each other up.
Yesterday, after he'd worked an exceptionally long taxi shift, he finally got himself into bed, at about 7:30. 7:45 and I roll over, punch him, and take the blanket. I had NO idea he'd come home. I was just trying to stretch. I realized after I grabbed the blanket that the pillow I punched was strangely warm and unyielding. I woke up, apologized profusely and fell back asleep. He got up and went to the spare bed to get some uninterrupted sleep WITH a blanket.