I woke up this morning to a pillow landing square on my face. It was launched from across the room. I was DEAD asleep. This was not the first time this had happened. No, pillows aren't just randomly flying around my room. It was followed up with a very cheerful "Good moooorning!!" Then my phone (which is my alarm) was moved across the room (versus in the bed with me and within my reach) so I couldn't find it when the alarm went off. I sleep with a sleep mask so all I can hear is *hehehehehehe* as I flail my arms around looking for said phone. No, I don't have any children. This would be the work of my husband, the troublemaker. The "thinks he's soooo funny" Brit.
I warned him I was going to start a "Sh*t My British Husband Does"* segment on the blog, but he clearly didn't listen.
*Yes, I'm playing off of Sh*t My Dad Says.
Image created using my own picture and random clipart images already on my computer.