Clap, Clap

Reason #459834598345 why I married the dude who I married.

I was lying in bed. I was comfortable. My foot was still hurting. 

I was a blanket burrito. 

Husband had turned on the light because I couldn't find the remote and, well, I didn't want to get up. So he was being nice and shit. He found it.

I was lying on it.

JUST LET THAT GO.

Anyway, he went back to his usual spot where he watches television in the loft outside of our bedroom. He lays on the floor with his neck propped up against the couch in a way that cannot be comfortable and I, in fact, know it's not comfortable because he gets pain in his neck and then thinks he's dying, BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT.

So, I'm lying in bed watching television and the light is on and it's bright and I'm lazy. 

Me: *Claps twice*

Nothing happens.

Me: *Claps twice again*

Still nothing

Me: *Prepares to clap twice a third time*

Husband: "You know the lights don't work like that, right?"

Me: "DAMMIT."

The only thing better than not having A Clapper? Having a husband who knows that you're trying to use your imaginary Clapper to turn the lights off. 

And yes, he did get up and turn the light off for me. And yes, he is awesome.

As always, it's hip to be square (and lazy as eff!), kids.