Good question. This week, I've been struggling with a cold and taking so much de-congestant I can't feel my toes. In an effort to get better, I went straight to bed when I got home from work.
I woke around 7, hungry and sleepy.
Andy was sitting on the couch in a natty old tee shirt and eating macaroni right out of the pan.
"What are you doing?"
"I didn't want to get a plate dirty."
Honestly. It took me not making dinner for one night for that man to revert to bachelorhood. I'm lucky he didn't paint his face and speak in a made up language only other savage men could understand.
It was pretty funny.
And I'm feeling better now. Just a little crappy.
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I think it's really a man's irrational fear of washing up. What's the point if a woman doesn't see them doing it? Exactly.
*snickering* I think you're right.
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