Its basketball season, which means, that I have the bed pretty much to myself. Husband use excuses like "I'll be up to bed when I hear your school books hitting the floor", or "I'll let you get comfortable for a while, and then I'll be up" or something vaguely along those lines. I'm not complaining or anything, its nice to lie across the bed every once in a while without wandering hands.
So at some point in the early morning, I woke up to a violent kick in the shin.
Husband opened his eyes and asked if he just kicked my me. "Uhhh, YEAH, and quite hard too!" He apologized and rolled back over. Just as he was drifting off to sleep I hear him mumble:
"UGH! Lebron was holding my leg so I wouldn't get the shot. BUT, he started to tickle me, so I had to kick him off!!!"
Can't argue with the most ticklish man I know when he's 3/4 asleep, but hon, NO basketball tonight!