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.
