December 27, 2011This is obviously not me.
Nor is it Jeff.
He doesn't drool. But I do. A lot. Especially when I'm really tired, worn out, emotionally drained, and overly sensitive. And when I'm coming down with Cole's nasty cold. During dinner I just laid my head on the table. The next thing I knew, the doorbell rang (it was the neighbor's... it's on the same wave frequency as ours) and I woke up. The kids and Jeff were gone and I had drooled all over the table and my arm.
Jeff sent me straight to bed, before 8 p.m. It was in the best interest of everyone. Minus my pillow who had to endure 12 hours of drooling.
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