Last night we had a big thunderstorm. Karen has never been a fan, to say the least. She asked if she could sleep on our floor last night. So, this morning when I got up, I told her that she could go sleep in my spot on the bed. “No, I like it here. Thanks, though.” WHA?!?!??!
Ahhh. Gone are the days of being able to get a good night’s sleep anywhere my body landed…
