I had to apologize for jabbing B in the ribs last night. Scooter was sleeping smack up against my back part of the night, which I don’t mind if he lets me have enough of the covers to keep me warm. It’s when my butt sticks out that I have to object. Or when he lifts a leg and starts noisily cleaning his butthole, as he did last night. I don’t see why I should have to put up with that, so I gave him an elbow in the ribs. He kept on licking. I gave him another jab. He didn’t even break rhythm; kept on cleaning. The next time I put a lot of weight into it. I wanted to either stop him or pop him right up out of bed like a ripe zit, only my aim was a little off, as it will be when you’re half asleep, and I jabbed My Darling B in the ribs. Hard. Really hard. She took it well; just rolled over and didn’t yell or scream at all. I wouldn’t have blamed her if she had. I thought maybe she never woke up, because one of her superpowers is being able to sleep through anything, but when I asked her about it this evening she said, “Oh yeah I remember that!” And that’s when I had to apologize.