Last night, as we were settling into bed for the night, my wife informed me that I would sleeping on the north side of the bed. (to be specific, she didn’t say “north”, she said “that” side… mostly because women don’t have any sense of direction… BAM… it’s on!)
We’ve talked and teased about not having assigned sides of the bed quite often. It’s one of our favorite running jokes. But last night it particularly struck my funny bone. So in the heat of the tease, I then assigned her the task of going to turn off the bathroom light, checking all the doors, and making sure the garage door was closed if she was going to be sleeping on the man’s side of the bed. She responded by turning on the patented female pouty face and started carrying on about being scared of the dark and scared to lock things and shut things.
Baloney.
