Sara will be surprised to learn that I tried the morning visit thing this AM. I think I hit the wrong phase of her sleep cycle. Despite her frequent assertions that she loves to be woken up by, shall we say, whatever intimate means, this morning her unconscious self was having none of it.

Me: *slips under covers and wraps arm around her*

Her: *spoons into me*

Me: *yay* *lets hand start to wander*

Her: *still sleeping*

Me: *gets a little bolder in the touchy feely area*

Her: *still sleeping, but slaps my hand away and murmurs something that sounds like "no soup for you"*

Me: *lip trembling*

Her: *doesn't care because she's still asleep*

Me (doing Spike Lee): pleasebaby pleasebaby pleasebaby pleasebaby ...

Her: *still asleep, makes sound like a petulant bunny, curls up with back to me and tucks shih-tzus into strategic defensive positions*

Me (happy, talking to dogs voice): Sammy, Tyler, get down boys. Get down for Uncle Badsnake.

Her: *still asleep, pulls baseball bat out from under bed and makes solid contact with my head*

I gave up. Tucked her back in and went home. I'm sure she doesn't even know I was there. That woman sure sleeps good.

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