But I stopped myself before doing so.
This time at least.
Beware, Beau! One of these days...
You see, two nights ago he kept stealing the blanket. I'm realistic -- I know I do it all the time to him (or as my excuse is, it falls to my side, which it partially does) but it absolutely ticks me off when someone does it to me.
Then last night he sat up and YANKED the blanket off of me!!!
I rolled over and said "What the fudge!?!" only I didn't say fudge. He claimed he was just trying to figure out what was going on with the blanket.
Do you smell that? Sniff again... smells like bull crap to me!
I was so mad that I went and got a second blanket and gave him the stink eye the whole time. And you can bet that I will be sleeping with my separate blanket for the rest of the week!