Grab a chair and a couple of root beers...

My husband is a sneaky, sneaky man.

Of course, he'd have to be, to handle me, wouldn't he?

This is how he gets Auntie to take a nap when she starts drooping, but is too stubborn to admit she's about to slam face first into the Wall of Fatigue.

He gets on the bed and holds out his arms. "Hey, let's snuggle," he says, smiling and waggling his fingers invitingly. And you know, he is a most snuggable Curly Wolf, so, I can't resist. Auntie can never resist a snuggle with the people she loves. So, of course I climbed onto the bed and fit right against his side, and he puts his arms around me, and it's so lovely, all nice and warm, and that steady heart-beat that's so soothing, and he sort of tucks the covers around me so I won't be cold, and starts talking softly, and I just sort of agree from time to time, making contented noises, and slowly... drift... off... to... sleep.

By the time I notice him slipping off the bed, I'm too far gone to really wake up enough to do more than make a sort of sleepy protest, and then the next thing I know, it's dark, and the Husbandly One has returned from the grocery store with the kids, and I've been asleep for two and a half hours!!!

He's a SNEAKY Curly Wolf, and... and... I'd like to be annoyed, but damn, he knows me far too well.

*grumbles*