By the way, I know many/most of you are quite fond of my wife... but that's only because I ONLY tell you the GOOD stories about her, not the seamy, cruel, other stuff.
Well, that ends now. You get the whole picture.
Last night, when I was kissing her good night (she was reading her book in bed, I was off to headache land in my office for a few hours) we were hoping that Woody didn't have another "explosive" late night, causing us to have to keep getting up. We all wanted/needed some sleep.
And then I said: "Well the worst would be, if after my cluster, I came out of the office, and he did it right in the hall and I didn't see it and I slipped in it and fell on my ass."
At which she immediately broke out in to UPROARIOUS laughter.
Not "oh, that would be terrible!" ... with a small, chuckle. But straight out, tears in her eyes, unabashed, uncontrollable laughing.
So — see? I assume that makes you like her so much less!
(Sigh) Yeah, I know. Me neither. 😘
Woody, by the way, had a pretty good night. The pumpkin we gave him seemed to help. Still some accidents but he definitely got some sleep. He's cuddled up in the bed with me now as I type this. So... cautiously optimistic that he might hang in a bit longer.
Love,
Allie