we have a weird life now where we tag team at the foot of the bed: when i sleep, he's awake and vice versa. i feel like there is a joke there ... Q: how did the couple both sleep on the same side of the bed? A: they slept at opposite times![i'll hone this before i take it more public.]
lately i sweat a lot in my slept. i feel like when chuck climbs into bed, i slimily slither from his hands like a toy at a carnival.
tonight our stars aligned. that meant that chuck had to wake up, eat a strange combination of vegetables ground up and shaped like a chicken patty, and then go to the bar [rt quinlan's]. chuck was the king of sacrifice [breakfast beers] and arfitificial chick'n!
henceforth, i take fashion cues from a toy poodle: