aw, yuck

I always have a glass of water near the bed. Most nights I get a fresh one, but most mornings I forget to take it back to the kitchen which results in three or four glasses of water sitting on our windowsill near the head of our bed. It’s nice, having so much water available in the middle of the night. Or so I thought.

Yesterday, while getting dressed, I watched Lola the Dog jump onto our bed, and very nonchalantly mosey over to the windowsill and have herself a nice long drink of water. Out of my many glasses. As if they were her own personal water dishes. No hesitation, she knew they were there. How long has this been happening?!

And a better question:

Will my husband ever kiss me on the mouth again?

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