Tally it up for the Girl's team...I did something really gross last week.
One night last week I was tired. As in, {pass out from too much drinking, if I were a drinker, which I am not, more of just plain rundown, but you get the idea} kind of pass out.
I got all cozy, nestled next to the Talent, my head on his chest, while we watched RIVER MONSTERS (A truly fascinating show about a Brit and Fish), and dozed off.
In the middle of the night I awoke to the Talent moving my head off his chest and pointing to a giant 'puddle' on his night shirt. (which was light colored, accentuating the grossness of it all)... Evidently I have a talent for producing mass amounts of spittage-and had done so on my poor husband.
I tried to blame my mouth night guard {part of my sexy nightly getup} but it was too late...He was already in the shower...Not that I blame him. I would have too.
Thankfully he still loves me, although he jokingly/seriously said something about a plastic pillowcase investment.
Another lesson in marriage...
Sorry Babe!
5 comments:
HI.LAR.I.OUS!
he showered? wow, how long have you guys been married? before long he will just whip it off with his hand and roll over and go to sleep. haha
wipe, not whip. unless your kinky like that. :)
Haha! That's awesome=) I guess I do the same thing... but on Rob's pillow. Every night. I still try to deny it.
yeah, it was by no means a small spot of drool. It was so gross. ;)
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