Five days/nights a week, I have the bed to my self at night and he has the bed to himself during the day except for the few hours in between him coming home from work and me getting up for the day. So we have become accustomed to being about to sleep how we want, comfortably. Except for Wednesday and Thursday nights. Don't get me wrong, I love when he is home and we get to spend the evenings together.
Last night, or Allen's Sunday as he calls it, was funny. Crawled in bed and before the lights went out we talked and goofed off a little bit. Some how we got on the subject of how I look when he comes in from work which then morphed into Allen and his new love, or Ashely and Allens' new love, the CPAP. Then we got on the subject sides of the bed. Now, out bed has a distinct line down the middle of the head board, which Allen says is off center. I'm on one side and he is on the other. Not the case, I am on 1/3 of the bed and he has the other 2/3. I think at least 2-3 times during the night you'll hear "Allen, scoot over. I'm falling off the bed!" Thus, we need a bigger bed.
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