To prove my point...
Saturday morning. Getting ready to leave to work at the bar. I kiss Ben goodbye and turn to go out the door. I notice Nacho sleeping and looking all-adorable-like in the window. I feel the need to go wake him up, squeeze him and say good bye as well (I hopefully will NOT wake my baby everytime I feel the urge to squish her because she's so damn cute). Backfire!
As I bent down to pet him, I completely underestimated the height of the window frame (by underestimate, I mean didn't even notice one tiny bit) and smacked my forehead so hard into it, I fell backwards and stunned myself.
I tried to shake it off but I was so confused as to what happened, I just looked at Ben to see if I could figure it out. All I saw was his body convulsing up and down from laughing so hard. I had a giant red welt/line running across my forehead for about an hour and a half after that.
Fast forward to today...wearing a white shirt (mistake # 1). Drinking Raspberry Ice crystal light at my desk while working. Not paying attention to where my mouth is. Completely miss my mouth when taking the last GIANT gulp from my bottle and instead of drinking it, I dump it down the left side of my shirt. Literally from the collar to my jeans. I am having dinner tonight with Ben's best friend and wife from New York. I was planning on going straight to Beloit from the office, not home first. I look ridiculous and now one of the 3 shirts that actually still fits me is ruined.
Luckily, my sweet, amazing boyfriend is stopping home to grab me a new outfit.
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