The Hypothetical Shark Attack

My Special Man Friend ("MSMF") and I did not sleep well last night. Oral surgery is never fun and sadly MSMF started the long implant process toward a new tooth yesterday.

After a night of pain and tossing and turning we both woke up early. Early morning cuddle sessions are when MSMF really shines. That orb of his must be buzzing and whirring with all kinds of thoughts and questions...

To set the scene: MSMF is on his back. I'm laying next to him on my left side, head tucked into his neck/chest, left arm pinned at a 45 degree angle between my chest and his, my right arm wrapped around him, with my right leg draped around his right leg.

MSMF: "If you could go back two years ago and be the victim of a shark attack so that you wouldn't have a janky arm, would you?"

Me: "No."

MSMF: "No? But isn't it uncomfortable having your arm pinned between us like that?"

Me: "No."

MSMF: "So you'd rather have some useless flapper arm where your hand is going to fall asleep?"

*MSMF grabs my limp hand peeking out from our bodies and wiggles it a few times to make his point*

Me: "No. I wouldn't want a nub arm that I wouldn't be able to do anything with on a daily basis."

MSMF: "But it's about the snuggling. You'd be able to snuggle all day if you got it bit off in a shark attack."
Me: "I don't mind it."
MSMF: "So you're choosing not to be an expert cuddle bug?"
Me: "I think we're doing a pretty good job of it now."
MSMF: "True. As good of a snuggler as I'd be you'd still be bustin' my balls on grilling, playing basketball, washing dishes, folding laundry..."
Me: See. That's what I'm saying."
MSMF: "But our cuddling has a finite existence due to that janky arm in there."
Me: *laughing* "Mine is doing just fine."
MSMF: "I'm just thinking about how we could improve a pretty good cuddle."
Me: *laughing* "With a shark attack and permanent disfigurement?"
MSMF: "Yeah."
Me: *a few minutes later* "Damn it! My hand is asleep!"

We take the quality and quantity of our snuggle time VERY seriously. Nuh nuh.