Yesterday morning, I woke up at 6:30am despite not needing to get up until 8am. Why? Simply because I’m an awesome wife who makes her husband’s lunch every day. I love that he gets to eat, and I love that everyone he works with thinks he’s lucky to have a kickass wife like me! Usually I go to work with him at 6:45/7am, and he drops me off on the way.
Instead, I had an asthma doctor’s appointment at 9, and since he was an old friend, Dad was going with me. So, I woke up at 6:30am to make a sammich for this baby daddy. Lunch made, Paul and I settled on the couch with Woofie for a tiny bit of snuggling.
Woofie must have been jealous, because he pounced on my boob like a cat on a catnip mouse. What happened next (other than the blinding PAIN he caused) was horrifying.
You know that part in “Finding Nemo” where Nemo’s little classmates scare the little girl octopus? She says, “Aw, you made me ink!” Well, something similar came out of my mouth… He pounced, I shoved (with a few curse words- Earmuffs, baby!) and I looked down. I leaked through my shirt. I LEAKED THROUGH MY SHIRT BECAUSE MY DOG POUNCED ON MY BOOB. “Awww, he made me LEAK!”
Paul thought this was the funniest thing ever. I, on the other hand, was adding up another top I had leaked on. I leaked on our quilt the other night, unbeknownst to me, I accused Paul of drooling on the quilt. Yeah, it was me.
I’m disgusting.
