I rolled right off your side of the bed this morning.

Go ahead. Have your moment of trying to stifle your overwhelming urge to laugh hysterically.

Really. Go ahead.

Done? Need another moment?

Alright.

Just fyi, I may have heartily bruised my knees in the 3 foot fall.

Oh, and scraped off a rather large part of my thigh-ass skin, too.

Go ahead. Laugh, you evil brat. Somehow this is your fault.