I had a horribly scary nightmare last night. One of those that makes you feel like...you're not alone in the room when you wake up...catch my drift? Anyway, when I woke up I immediately rolled over, snuggled right up to Clinton, calmed down and fell back asleep. I was so thankful to have him there. My unconscious but comforting protector. Aren't husbands the best for that?
Conversation between Clinton and me before bed last night.
Me: I'm funny.
He: You're your own worst critic.
Me: Yah, but I'm your worst critic...ya dummy!
He: Oh yah? You're a dummy.
Me and He: (laughing)
Love that we can make each other laugh.