.......or in the wee hours of the morning.  

My Husband and I 'camped out' last night on the living room floor in
hopes of finding out the source of why both of our backs have been
hurting.  We figure it could be;

a.  We're just getting older.

b.  Work related (he sits at a desk, I'm installing a marble floor in
     his bosses house).

c.  The new bed we recently purchased.

We both decided it's definitely not __a.__so there we are, on top of a
couple of fat comforters, with another thrown over the top of us, and
I wake up this morning with two of my toes on my right foot smeared
with a fair amount of blood.  Yes my own,  from the wound I
mysteriously got while I slept.  

Now, I'm wondering just what were those wonderful, furry, darling,
adorable little @#$%&$#'s up to last night, that one of them needed to
get 'traction' across my foot with a living room as huge as ours is to
run through?

Does anyone else wake up with wounds that you know you didn't go to
bed with?

-bonbon