This morning.
Jillian: There was a bug in our bed last night!
Coleman: Where?
J: It was before you came to bed. You were still watching tv in the living room. I was sleeping, and I rolled over and noticed this black fuzz by my face, so I picked it up and put it on your pillow, and–
C: Wait, on my pillow?
J: Yeah, and it turned out to be a bug!
C: Why would you put it on my pillow?
J: Because.
C: Did you also put the tv remote under my pillow?
J: …Yes.
C: Why?
J: Because I wanted it close so I could turn the tv up or down if I needed to, but I didn’t want to be too close to it, in case I rolled over it or something. That would be uncomfortable.
C: So you put it under my pillow?
J: Uh huh.
C: So, did I sleep with a bug on my pillow?
J: No, I put a tissue down on the bed and waited until it crawled on it. Then, I bundled it up in the tissue and flushed it down your toilet.
C: You need to call pest control today and have them spray our apartment for bugs, just in case there are more.
J: Ugh.
C: What?
J: I don’t want to call pest control.
C: Do you want to sleep with bugs in our bed?
J: No.
C: Ok then.
J: Fine. Oh, by the way, the window in your office is leaking water.
C: What?!
J: Yeah, I saw it earlier. Must be from all the rain.
C: Well, did you clean it up?
J: … No.
C: Why not?
J: I forgot.
C: Jillian! You can’t just let water sit there. It’s going to warp the wood and get the carpet all wet!
J: Sorry.
C: Can you go clean it up?
J: I’ll get you a towel.
C: (Sigh) Sometimes you frustrate me.
J: Sometimes I do.
Haaaaaaaaaaa.