Between The Snores And The Flaws, Part 2

(My husband snores bad enough to shake walls. I often crawl into the spare bed in order to get some shut eye. We have both just woken up.)

Husband: “Spare room again?”

Me: “Yeah, it was that or smother you with a pillow.”

Husband: “Should have just done that and gotten it over with.”

Me: “I’m way too pretty for prison.”