I'm Worried I'm A Furry...

So, things got weird in the bedroom last night. My husband and I were snuggled under the covers, and Chris drifted asleep before I did. I lay drowsily content in his arms and was about two seconds away from entering the Land of Nod myself when my husband started softly snoring. The sleepy serenade didn't annoy me. Instead, it sounded gentle and sweet and conveyed nothing but a sense of contentment. I loved it. My man was happy even when freed from the bonds of consciousness, a realm that dictates he at least feign joy in my presence. And then,