And not just because OMG REALLY? REALLY? I am positive I read more compelling Sweet Valley High books than that shit. What is WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!?!?!?
The other night I was snoring like a banshee and drooling into my pillow whilst dreaming about punching some arsehats in the pancreas delicately sleeping with my hair fanned out prettily, dreaming about punching some arsehats in the pancreas when I was woken up by the feeling of someone watching me.
And there was MPS. At the end of the bed. Watching me.
And my first thought was that he was a fucking vampire messing with my head and wondering if Amy the bunneh was OK.
I suppose it is not TECHNICALLY stalking when it is your husband, but whatever, MPS fucking cut that shit out.