That it was Valentines..(uhhgg, 25 years, I've run out of ideas) I made a nice dinner...I was waiting for my husband...with a glass of WINE. I was nursing the hell out of it...he gets home I say "See...I can drink, look one glass". Of course because he loves me hes like "thats great honey".
All is well....then I find myself searching for the rest of the bottle, you know with darty glances like someone was hiding it from me, maybe he drank the rest and didn't SHARE IT WITH ME? yes I have to shout that, sorry.
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I felt kinda creepy when I woke up. Like I had done something bad?
I think I will take a shower.