This morning when I woke up I uttered a phrase usually reserved for after a night of drunken fraternal debauchery.
No, not "where am I?"
Not "who is he?"
But from betweenst my lips tumbled the ever-favorite: "Um? Where are my pants?"
I SWEAR I had on sweats when I went to bed. I'm just not entirely sure what happened to them between that time I rolled over and they started to fall off and this morning. (Not only that but it definately took me at LEAST a full minute to realize I was without an essential part of my sleepware.)
That and I'm fairly certain I was alone all night... which is awkward. I really need to stop molesting myself.
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wow, this undressing people in their sleep is becoming a problem for you. Remember Red River Gorge? ;)
I think what I really need is just some good ole naked time.
WOOHOO!
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