I think like 2 years ago.... Tom & I went out drinking.... and I drank waaaaayyyyy tooo much. I was plastered. And after I crawled up the steps towards our bedroom, I kept moaning "I have to pee, I have to pee" so I go into the bathroom, sit down, and I guess I fell asleep.... all I know is that it took alot of concentration to pee, and I really had to go, but I couldn't focus enough to let loose.... Tom comes in "what are you doing?" I'm like "huh? what? I'm going to the bathroom..." he says angrily "no your not, your sleeping... now let's go!" and proceeds to drag me off the toilet... I of course protest in my most drunken whiny voice "noooo, I have to peeeeee" he says "Heather, you've been in there for 45 minutes, if you haven't peed by now, then you don't have to go!" I don't remember anything else after that... But I woke up with my shoes on, my pants still around my ankles, in bed, covered in a beach towel. And I said "Tom where's the covers?" He was soooo mad I don't think he slept 1 wink... and he said through gritted teeth "you should know, your the one that peed all over them!"
If that isn't love, I don't know what is!!!!