The Pills Made Me Say It
I have a house guest for the next few days. A cuddly, furry, sweet little adopted pup who unfortunately has to stay on bed rest at the moment, since she's going through heartworm treatment.She took a bit to get used to my place last night. As in, barking and whining for quite a while in her crate. We tried ignoring her but she ended up getting louder, so in the interest of trying to not piss off the roommate, the S.O. and I laid in bed with the lights off so she would settle down.
Pillow talk in the early evening is nice, especially when sober and snuggly. Well, sober might be a relative term. A sinus infection has been kicking my ass for over a week and as a result, I'm on a massive dose of antibiotics and decongestants. Fun side effects? The "stares", wooziness, and an inability to articulate well. (Poor S.O. - both of his girls are sick and doped up. At least we're more docile. He'll be wishing for this when we're both feeling better.)
So, we're laying on the bed talking, and he's rubbing his shoe against the footboard, producing a little squeaky sound. My bed is not the quietest when, ahem, participating in noctural activites, and I popped off a joke.
Silly me. Note to self: do not try to be cute and clever while groggy.
This is what I meant: "This bed is noisy enough without you adding to it with your shoe."
What I said: "This bed is noisy enough without your help."
His response?
"Impressive."
picked from the vine by sv @ 7:24 PM
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