Scenes from a kindergarten marriage

Last night Adam and I were lying in bed together. He was playing his PSP and I was...annoying him. I would like to say that I was doing something else, but, no, I was annoying him.

First, I sicked the dog on him. I pretended he was hurting me, so Hermione pounced on his chest, growling and snarling with all of her might. Hi-larious.

Later I slipped my toes under his arched knees and wiggled them. "Can you feel me wiggling my toes?"

"Yes." He didn't even look up from his screen. Years of practice has made this man practically Yoda with patience.

I kept wiggling my toes. And wiggling them. They were just in that space were nothing was touching, but he could feel the air moving on his skin.

"Stop. It."

"What?"

"I can feel the heat from your toes. It is freaky."

That made me laugh and I rolled around and round on my side of the bed, my witchy cackle reverberating off the walls.

A little while later Adam gets up to go shut the house down. I immediately took up all the space that I could, thrusting my toes in to his space so that I could warm up his side of the bed. (He hates a warm bed.)

I was totally giggling to myself when he walked in to the room.

"What?"

"I put my toes in your space. Now it is toasty."

"Move."

"Toasty, toasty, toasty. Toe-sty." Oh boy. Now it was over. I started giggling, chanting "toe-sty" over and over again. I tried to calm myself down, but I couldn't. I laughed to myself for a good hour.

That's right. I am an adult.

Toe-sty.

Ha ha ha.