It’s 6:25, Dive Into Bed

We have the internet now.

Good Man—I didn’t know this until our recent mega-shopping-for-household-goods-weekend, by the way—is terribly indecisive. So he was up last night, trying to choose computer(s). Or something.

I went to bed. Alone.

My alarm clock went off at 6:25. Suddenly, at 6:25 and 10 seconds, I felt Good Man dive into bed.

“What the hell are you doing? I know you were not in bed. You were up on the internet.”

“No,” Good Man whined playfully, “I wasn’t.”

“Liar.”