Hahaha, so I'm going to share this.
My husband wont kiss me because I'm sick, right? Despite the fact that I'm not technically contagious anymore. But it bugs me.
So I'm making breakfast (ok, a super late lunch) and he goes to grab the last bottle of cherry limeade, and I tell him 'that's mine'. A small and entertaining argument proceeds, and he sets the bottle down to get cutlery, and I run up and steal the bottle and run back to the stove. When he comes to grab it back, I stick the top in my mouth and he just looks at me like "That is so low."
So now I'm enjoying some Cherry Limeade with my potatoes. C:
Happy Cara is Happy.