Stacia and I are asleep in bed. It’s 1am and uncomfortably hot. I hear Stacia wake and stir next to me. She had already thrown off the blankets and was just under the thin bedsheet. I tell her I think it’s too hot and ask her if she wants me to turn on the ceiling fan.
Stacia: “No.” [she answers groggily]
Bryan: “Lower the AC?”
Stacia: “No.”
Bryan: “Which one? Fan or AC?”
Stacia: “No. I want the dre-[initelligible].”
Bryan; “a wha?”
Stacia: “the dress”
Bryan: “Which dress?” [I play along.]
Stacia: “#342.“
I get out of bed to turn on the AC. The moment I stand up, Stacia says in full voice,
Stacia: “Babe, where are you going?!”
Bryan: “I’m getting the dress,” I lie. “Where is it? In the back?”
Stacia: “No. It’s already in a bag.”
Bryan: “oh, okay.”
I turn down the AC and come back to find her sleeping loudly.
Bryan: “I got the dress,” I state triumphantly.
Stacia: [No response.]
I must have done well.
Ha ha. Fun story. You're a good husband.
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