Before I married Luke, I had never shared a bed with anybody.
Yes there was the occasional sleep over with friends, or the yearly summer vacation where I had to share a bed with my sister who kicked me all night, but other than that I was a 'bed all to myself' kind of girl.
So needless to say sleeping in the same bed as somebody has been quite an adjustment.
Well yesterday morning I woke up and my leg was burning, so I looked at it and realized it was completly cut up.
I'm talking mangled like somebody took a chainsaw to it.
So of course there was only one solution, Luke's toe nails did this to my leg in my sleep.
I went into the living room where Luke was eating breakfast and watching his precious ESPN (I sure miss my precious GMA) and placed the Nail Clippers in front of him and: "I need you to cut your toe nails, you completely cut up my leg last night"
He looked at me and busted out laughing.
Not exactly the response I was looking for, but as long as the toe nails get clipped I'm ok.
So that night we are about to go to sleep and I gently reminded him he needed to cut his toe nails, he insisted that he was not the cause of my mangled leg, but he would cut them anyways.
Imagine my surprise when I woke up that night to find my legs crossed and my right big toe was slicing into my left leg.
I have no idea how this happened or why my toe turned on me, but it was painful, and I was the culprit.
I laid there for about the next 15 minutes wondering, Why.
Why, oh why is he always right???
Did I seriously just write a post about the toe nail happenings of me and my spouse? I might have just crossed the thresh-hold of TMI.