Scene: Friday night.  Late.  Manly and I have just gotten into bed.

Him: The alarm clock’s still on.  Turn it off?

Me: You can get up and turn it off.  I have a cat on me*.

[pause for thought]

Him: Rock-paper-scissors for it?

Me: Sure.  On three.  1-2-3.

[two rocks]

Him: Again?  1-2-3.

[two rocks.  again.]

Me: Once more?

[two papers]

Him: [sighs] We think too much alike.

He gets up and turns off the alarms.

 I love that man.

*In our house, we let sleeping cats lie.  They’re better than hot water bottles and our bedroom floor is cold.