I'm setting up my pillows on the couch right now.

Last night at dinner, Enzo was eyeballing my bacon ('Cacon! Cacon! Peeeeze!') and, as any normal bacon-eating person would do, I started in with my Mr. T voice: 'I pity the foo' who tries to eat my bacon!' This seemed to be a big hit with the kids. Little did I know that it was a big hit with the missus too, who leaned over and whispered 'Hmm, you should try that voice in bed some time.'

Looks like someone has a Mr. T fetish.

p.s. Anyone have an extra cot I could borrow for awhile? The couch gets kinda lumpy after a few nights.