"you are the most inconsiderate bed partner I could have ever found"

This is what my husband said to me today.

Only because:

I had really cold feet. I always have had really cold feet, he knew this in the beginning.
I was breathing really loudly because I had/still have a yucky cold.
I was eating kettlecorn in bed that I had home-made, and I was so excited because it was really good. This made for an even louder, cold-strucken, open-mouth-eating mal.
But he was the one that wanted to watch a movie in-bed. This means midnight snack is in-bed too.
He chose the movie Close Encounters of a Third Kind. I hate alien-related stuff; but I also kinda love it. My mind makes me believe there are real aliens out there. And if I watch this kind of movie right before bed, I know I am in for a good night of an alien-abducting-mal nightmare. So when he falls asleep, what do I do? I turn this alien nonsense off and turn on a show that I like. But this wakes up husband and he gets annoyed.
I guess I hog the bed.
And I was sneezing all night.

I am so meeeaaaaan!