Gigi sleeps with me at night. Comes as a big surprise, I know.

She is usually right near my torso or on my pillow. Yes, my pillow.

She weighs five pounds and according to the kid on Jerry McGuire, my head weighs six. Either way, we fit.

After a trip to the bathroom last night, I was getting re-situated in bed and we were jockying for our pillow positions. Eventually, I had to nudge her over some for extra room and said to her, Gigi, move over. I'm the adult.

Yes, I'm the adult.

Not, I'm the human.

I am so whipped.

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