STOP BREATHING ON MY SPAGHETTI!

Let me give a little back story on this one. I was probably 7 months pregnant with my 2nd child and when I was pregnant, I was psycho hungry ALL THE TIME. I had dreams constantly of eating at glorious buffets. Well this particular night, I was dreaming about spaghetti. . .

I was laying in bed, on my back, eating the biggest, steamiest, plate of spaghetti. It was going to be the best spaghetti ever! Now in reality, Brian was sleeping next to me with his head on my shoulder. But, in my dream, he was breathing right on my plate of spaghetti! I mean, who does that? So I asked him very politely not to breathe on my spaghetti. . . 3 TIMES! 3 strikes and you are out! And I punched him in the face! Holy crap! He was not happy. He woke up yelling "WTF" and I woke up all "Where is my spaghetti?"

And then I laughed and insisted that I gave him 3 warnings not to breathe on my spaghetti, but he was being stubborn and wouldn't see my side. Thankfully, he DID NOT punch me back. I'm not sure if it is because he just isn't that kind of man or because I was pregnant, but either way it would have been totally understandable if he did since I was laughing so hard. 10 years later and he still doesn't laugh about it, but I laugh like it just happened yesterday. I love you, Honey.