I got up at 8 am this morning for my weekly weekend run. As I am getting ready, I look over at the wonderful hubster slumbering away peacefully, and I am overtaken by this urge to slap him on the butt. So what do I do? What I should have done? Go back to my morning routine and leave to go on my run? NOPE!
I walk over to his side of the bed to get a tissue and then on my way back to the bathroom, I slapped him on the butt! He didn't wake up because he sleeps like a rock, but I couldn't help think how much of an asshole I was. What if he did wake up? It's my way of showing I love him.
I Love You, Pookie!
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