Monday, November 10, 2008
But I was fighting ZOMBIES at the time ...
I have vague recollections of kicking my husband the other night. Kicking him hard, and having him wake up and say, "Why did you kick me?"
I was only partially awake myself, and of course my reply was: "It wasn't you. I was fighting zombies."
Oh, yes. That absolutely explains and justifies the nighttime domestic abuse. *G*
I was only partially awake myself, and of course my reply was: "It wasn't you. I was fighting zombies."
Oh, yes. That absolutely explains and justifies the nighttime domestic abuse. *G*