8 AM Monday morning...
Hubby: How are you?
Me: Ugh. Bean was up four times last night, and I've been up since 5. I feel like a zombie.
Hubby: Well, you look pretty good for a zombie. You can eat my brain any time.
And then, under his breath, as he walked away: Though you probably wouldn't get much of a meal...
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