So, Husband and I made some serious use of last night (let’s be honest: how long will it be before I’m able to properly open my mouth again?).
Immediately after, cuddling in a state of connubial bliss, he says to me:
“Don’t die tomorrow, okay?”
I hadn’t even considered death as a possible outcome before he opened his big yap.
Death? Not so much.
Now I’m even more freaked out.