Y'know, sometimes I don't know why I even bother.
My husband and I were on the same page tonight. Things were clicking. We'd gone to a party, we'd had a good time and we were both ready to go home at the same time. It only took a couple of glances at each other on the ride home to realize that we were both ready to get hot and heavy. He even bought batteries (I'll wait while you go there).
He was laying on the couch (not suggestively, not even close) and I got up to get a glass of water. Not use the bathroom, not to go slip into something more comfortable, it was a glass of water. I was gone for all of 30 seconds. When I get back to the living room, he's freakin' snoring on the couch. I tried to wake him up but he shoved my hands away and rolled over, face into the back cushions.
Sorry, dood. You snooze, you lose. I'm going to bed. And I'm taking B.O.B. with me.