I'm feeling a little under the weather tonight, so Kevin let me stay home instead of going to babysit [read: play video games with] the Cormany boys tonight. Plus we didn't want to spread my germs to them if whatever I've got is contageous.
So, I'm sitting on the couch, relaxing, drinking a glass of milk, and watching old episodes of The Hills on Netflix (don't judge me...). I decided to start a load of laundry, so I sat my milk glass down on the end table, far away from Boo's reach... or so I thought.
I had not even been gone 2 minutes... and what do I come back to see? None other than Boo, stretched waaaaay out, balancing precariously on the arm of the couch, completely guzzling my milk. Of course my initial reaction was, "NOOOOOO!!" because I thought he'd spill it everywhere, which he didn't. He's a professional dairy thief. Then after I shooed him off and scolded him, a horrific, disgusting thought set in... I had gotten up to go to the bathroom earlier... and to sort the clothes, too. What if he'd been drinking out of it before now, and I just hadn't caught him red-handed?"
Gag me.
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