My boy has a wonderful habit, he really enjoys buying me Cadbury creme eggs and hiding them so I randomly find them and squeal. He once snuck one into my dressing gown pocket, and sometimes they appear next to my pillow. He does it infrequently enough that it’s always a surprise. What can I say? The man gets me.
Last night I went to bed while he was still at a gig, but he woke me up with a slushie when he got home. We sat in bed and giggled about stupid things, drank our drinks, and went to sleep. Now, you know those ‘How do you eat yours?’ Cadbury creme egg ads, where they say things like, ‘I like to extract the filling?’ Well, if I were on one of those ads, I would say, ‘I like to not wake up with mine smooshed all over my butt.‘
The poor delicious egg, unbeknownst to me, was sweetly placed next to my pillow, and somehow made its way down to a sticky demise, all over my butt.