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Let me start at the beginning. Tim and I had a great night after I worked and he and Piper drove me down to a favorite restaurant that my Dad used to take my Grandma to.... it has mostly cottonheads, and the food isn't for foodies. But I love it.
Right in the middle of Tim filling our soft drinks, I ran up to him and said "Dance with me!!! IT'd our song!" We spent the next thirty seconds trying to hear it on that side of the restaurant while we danced and I'm sure people thought we were so weird we would rob the place. We never did again hear Michael Buble serenade us with "Lost," but we laughed and danced :) All smiles.
Then we came back home... I found some Cry Babies (super sour gum balls), must have had a hankering for them in the middle of the night and at 4:13 am woke up clutching them in my fist, wondering "Why are these here?" Also.. "Did I chew on one? If so, where is it?" Then I put them on the bedside table and went back to sleep.
Wake up to 10:23 am. I "intagrammed" the alarm clock time. Because I love that we both slept in. And I wanted a picture that wasn't Piper on there. I get up to pee. Tim walks in the bathroom, stretches with his arms in the air and I say, "Your hair looks matted...OH... MY...GOD.! " Extreme laughter on my part. Tim says, "What is that?! You woke up te times choking, is that something that came from your stomach?!" I'm laughing harding knowing he thinks my gastric juices have matted his armpit hair. Once I stop laughing I show him a handful of cry babies gum and said I woke up clutching these wondering if I chewed one and lost it in our sleep and it ended up in your armpit hair!!!
It's a gross story. But I love it. Peanut Butter didn't work. We had to do a little shave job. Oh well.
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