I'm on my computer checking an email and Christopher is sitting on the couch on his computer. I haven't been looking at the screen for more than 5 minutes and I think, hey, I can "cyberflirt" with my husband since we both have AIM. So I click on his name and send him a cute little message, expecting at least a chuckle from the couch behind me.
I turn around, and there's my hubby, once again, passed out on the couch with his computer on his lap.
Oh, my husband. If only he could fall asleep in bed like a normal person.