While many of you are gorging on leftover pie, and wondering why your pants all have spontaneously shrunk, I've been at work. Saturday was supposed to be the day that I could sleep late, before heading in to work.
But the universe had other plans for my slumbers.
Sometime in the middle of the night, Robb punched me in the face. I woke up to the sensation of a fist slamming into my nose. When I protested, Robb informed me that he had been fluffing his pillow.
He had no memory of this in the morning.