Awesome.

Last night as we were getting ready for bed, Steve turned to me and said, "By the way... you PUNCHED me last night."

"Um. Como?"

*pulls down lower lip* "See my bloody lip? I was lying there, innocently sleeping. You rolled over and cold-cocked me."

*laughing so hard I can hardly breathe, let alone spit out the sentence* "Honey, I do not remember doing that and I am so, so sorry."

"I jolted awake and had to go rinse blood out of my mouth. And my teeth have hurt all day long."

I then threw my head back in some freak-accident fit of laughter, and it hit the wall behind my bed so hard I didn't think it would ever stop throbbing. But I didn't even mind it because the other night in my sleep, I PUNCHED MY HUSBAND IN THE FACE.