When my wife is tired, she kinda acts drunk and it’s the sweetest and most innocent thing I’ve ever experienced. She fell asleep on me watching a film so I had to wake her and take her up to bed, and now she’s curled up with her head on my chest and giggling under the duvet because she can hear the cat drinking and it’s apparently the funniest thing ever.
Now she’s very upset because she suddenly realised Santa can’t come down our chimney because it’s plastered up and she doesn’t know how we’ll get our presents, so she is whispering sadly to herself.