When will my husband learn that the best way to wake me up in the morning is NOT by sticking his big, goofy face an inch away from mine and grinning like a brainless monkey on banana-crack?
He about lost an eye this morning.
I'm thinking about getting revenge tomorrow.
I'll perch upon his chest at about three AM and then, in all my morning-breath glory, I'll creepily whisper "Riiiiiiise and shiiiiiine" while "accidentally" giving him a wet willy.
Game ON, Daddy-O. Game FREAKIN ON.