Wherein Mom becomes Oreo stuffing

I woke some time in the wee, wee hours of Sunday morning, feeling for all the world as if I had become the "creme" between two Oreo cookies. Yup, The Girl climbed into my side of the bed (instead of The Husband's side) and squished me between the two of them. There I was, on my side, pressed between two immovable bodies. The first thought in my mind was that (at my still considerable weight) I was probably a double-stuff. The only option was to squeeze out from between them and go sack out somewhere else... leaving behind those two hard, crunchy cookies in their warm bed. I should have thrown milk on them.