Monday, November 22, 2004

Amendment to my post on Saturday...

Well, I was wrong... (don't expect me to ever say this again...)

Ends up Sweetie Pie wasn't freaked out by my pseudo-slutty past (which really, compared to just about anything on TV these days is oh so tame). Ends up he was drunk. As in sickly drunk.

Apparently while I was getting ready for bed, Sweetie Pie went outside to put something away and threw up. And apparently, that one puking incident led to many more. Which after I passed out led him to grab a couple of pillows and lay down on the couch so he could be closer to the guest bathroom.

Yes, I'm paranoid. And no, my husband is not a drunk because of me.

Love,

Catwoman.

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