I have a bed injury. As much as my husband would like you to think it’s from wild sex, it’s not.
This morning is like 78% of my mornings, l hobble out of bed and mumble, “Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.”
My husband asks, “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve got a bed injury.” He smiles. I say, “Gross no! Not like that!”
He predictably asks,” Are you ok?”