Because it's time to stop crying.
So, okay, a few nights ago Husband and I were in bed snuggled up to go to sleep. Except I wasn't terribly interested in sleeping.

Husband kisses my neck and says: "Goodnight, baby."
Poet: *makes huffy woe is me noise*
Husband: "What? I have to go to work tomorrow." (it's 1:00 AM)
Poet: *adorably sighs* "Okay." *SIGH*
Husband: *snorts* "Blah blah blah talks about meetings and migrations and boss and things and blah blah blah..."
Poet: "You do realize you just turned down sex on the basis of needing sleep and then spent five minutes talking about WORK. right? I call SHENANIGANS."
Husband: *cracks up laughing* "Shenanigans?" *laughs more*
Poet: "YES." *starts to laugh*
Husband: *continues laughing*
Poet: *gets laid*

Humor is seduction, people, that's all I'm saying.

My husband? Made of awesome.