I know I shouldn't do it, but I love eating in bed. Hot chocolate and shortbread, toast, crackers while I'm reading my book, chocolate when i'm watchig a movie.
Everytime I change the sheets I mentally remind myself not to do it. But I do anyway. Then I find myself waking in the night covered in crumbs and then making a futile attempt to sweep them out of the bed with my hand. Sometimes not even out of the bed, just away from me. And away from me sometimes means my husbands side of the bed, I'm an evil evil wife.
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