Ahhh, married life...

Ain't it great?

Sometime last week, after Chris and I had tucked ourselves nicely into bed and fallen sweetly to sleep, I awoke to an odd sensation. Something was doing something to my ankle. My sleep-fogged brain wasn't very sure what was going on, but as I moved from comatose to conscious, I realized what was happening--Chris was pinching my ankle with his toes.

Now why he was doing this, I am still not sure, and he denies any memory of such an odd action, but I still have to wonder what he was dreaming about.

Glad he keeps his toenails trimmed. :-)