Sad Days Indeed
I've reached a new low. I ate in my bed. Never ever do I ever eat in my bed. It's two things you just do not combine. It would be like making a salad on the bathroom counter - yuck! I didn't even eat in my bed in the hospital.
An Unmade Bed
This is a rare occasion. I didn't make my bed as soon as I got out of it this morning. By the time I got to it, Georgie was snuggled under the sheets. Happy as a lark.
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