I was having a sleepless night--an evening cup of coffee, my husband's abnormally loud snoring, and details about an upcoming trip were keeping me hopelessly awake. Even after I slipped into the guest bedroom, I still had trouble. Finally, at 3:15 a.m., I crawled back into my own bed, next to a now half-awake husband.

"Honey, I can't sleep," I whispered. "I start to drift off and even dream, but then I wake up with a jerk."

"Wait a minute," my husband said, now fully awake. "I am not a jerk!"