Dude would seriously prefer to not be disturbed. It is his house and I am merely the cook, maid and bringer of the income to provide the toys.
Mr. D on the other hand would prefer to not be disturbed at all. Last night he passed out in a similar to position to this while I was unconscious on the floor next to them. I managed to drag my sorry butt to bed around midnight after prying out the contacts affixed to my corners. Mr. D finally woke up to nudgings around 6a and moved to our bed for a smallish nap for a few more hours.
I'm sure we'll all be assuming these positions after church on Sunday. Isn't that what Sunday afternoons are for?
