(ALERT: this blog post contains extreme gushing and objectification of my significant other. Because I’m obsessed. With my significant other. As is normal (if you’re not obsessed with your significant other, what is wrong with you?) It gets really cheesy and lovey-dovey here. You have been warned.)
Me: (gets into bed, burrows under blankets) Hey! It’s your turn to take care of the humidifier. And the bathroom light is on.
Mr. J: (noise of mild distress)
Me: Oh come on!
Mr. J: I guess we’re sleeping with the light on.
Me: No! Come on!
Mr. J: I can’t move.
Mr. J: (another noise of mild distress)
Me: Fine! (unburrows self and fills humidifier)
Mr. J: You’re like the Lord Commander of the Humidity Watch.
Me: (turns off light. returns to bed, trips over Mr. J’s phone charger and screeches)