These chilly mornings I'm finding it harder and harder to get out of bed. It could be those new 650 thread count sheets (they really do make a difference). Or perhaps I might be feeling a biological need to hibernate. I'm toying with the idea of spending the rest of my life in bed and ran the idea by Mr. Nag this morning. He's in total agreement and has committed to rolling me over periodically so I won't get bedsores. When he's at work he'll enlist the aid of Nag Jr. and Baby Nag.
In the meantime, stories like this almost make it worth getting up in the morning. It takes a big load of schadenfreude to motivate the Nag.
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