As I was trying to get out of bed this morning, when all I really wanted to do was curl up and listen to the rain, Tim reached over and started fondling my stomach. I told him that I was trying to get up, and he sleepily said, "I'm just touching your butt."
. . . My butt? He thought my stomach was my butt? My stomach is not like my butt! Well, maybe a little bit, if I'm curled up and relaxed. But he should know better! That man is in the doghouse!
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