Just about to drift off to sleep last night when Hubs comes to bed.
"That's my pillow," he said trying to pull it out from under my head, "You always take my pillow."
Pillows switched I shift to my side to get comfortable.
"Now, you hair is tickling my nose," Hubs says rubbing his nose viciously.
"Man," I pipe up, pretending to be fed up, "are you going to complain about everything?"
"Yup," he laughed, "Just like Simon on American Idol."