Disclaimer: I am lazy. I fell into bed Friday night without taking my hair down or doing a very good job removing my eye makeup. Or changing my clothes. My first thought upon confronting my reflection the next morning was that I looked like an extra in a Tim Burton film. Raccoon eyes, crazy hair, awesome asymmetrical stripey shirt. Totally a look that HBC would rock on the red carpet, I mused to myself.

Anyway, as I stumble back toward the bed, my husband opens his eyes, gives me a once over, and says, "Cool. You have kind of a Helena Bonham Carter thing going on right now." What? Get out of my brain! So, yeah, he leveled up his psychic powers this weekend.

And I have never loved him more than I did in that moment.