I don't think I'm a horrible roommate. I make the bed, I don't smell, and I have abundant accessories and clothes I am happy to share. Now that Charlotte is home for a couple weeks and we are back to sharing a room along with our queen-sized bed, I'm realizing that she clearly doesn't expect much when it comes to sharing close quarters with me.
Two nights ago, Moosey came up on our bed while we were sleeping and started sniffing and licking Charlotte's face. In drowsy irritation, Charlotte said, "Emily, stop it." Seriously? I may occasionally stray into her personal space, but really? It just goes to show that even the people who love you the most might sometime mistake you for an over-friendly canine in the middle of the night.
11 comments:
Hee!
Better to be mistaken for Moosey than Smeagle or Dobby, though...
HAHAHAHA!!
This is too funny!
In my defense, I was more asleep than not, and while I recognized that Moosey was the one who was licking my face, I admit to thinking it was your fault.
I can't stop laughing!
hahaha This is a really great story!
Oh my goodness, lol!
Mistaken identity indeed!
Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Ahhhhhh....
Hahahahaha!
This story keeps coming to mind and I keep laughing about it. I believe you, Charlotte, but it's just too funny.
It reminds me of the time that my friend linda and I were in San Francisco on a business trip and there was oneof the worst ever earthquakes. It seriously tossed out of bed! She thought that I was jumping on her bed....I mean, really! It took some convincing to get her to realize the truth of it all.
You're too funny. And cute. And stylish . And righteous. Man, what more could a man want?!
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