Confession : I'm often asleep again by the time he returns to get dressed.
But a few days ago was different. I had work to do and he continued talking to me from all rooms of the house trying to keep me awake. He's good like that. But I was easily ignoring him. I'm bad like that. Knowing that his efforts needed kicked up a notch, he came into the room, told me to get up and warned me he was turning on the lights. By the time the offending brightness might have shocked my corneas I had withdrawn under the blankets and was grousing at the intrusion on my laziness.
He snickered at my immaturity and quipped "Ha! It's like you've retracted into your foreskin!"
My surprised bark of laughter was loud in my ears under the covers. My face was hot and my cheeks hurt when I finally crawled out to face the light.
"Oh my God! We have waaaaaaaaay too many conversations about circumcision!!!!!"
And it's true. We do.
Note to self : stop talking to husband about all the dick you see on Tumblr everyday.