After falling asleep for a few minutes in our bed, Chuck flinched and punched me in the back. I said, "What was that?!" Chuck said (or mumbled), Sorry, I thought a basketball was flying at my face. And he rolled over without another word.
To be fair, he had gotten hit in the face with a basketball that day, but I certainly wasn't expecting him to punch me. Luckily it wasn't too hard.
And because I'm a huge fan of "that's what she said" jokes, I have to say after my last line, "That's not what she said."
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It could have been worse....he could have been dreaming that a whole swarm of basketballs was flying at him. :)
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