Slice of life.
A long day. A semi-productive one, in that I got some mending and tidying done. And we watched the last ?six? episodes of season 2 of The Wire, as one does, so we were up late.
Time to go to bed, and I am drinking a glass of water and listening to John reading words of eloquent and insightful wisdom, largely to do with soccer. Gentle reader, I should not have done that:
Him: (out of nowhere, I might add) "While it's true that they religiously save their own snot--"
Me: *glub*
And of course, you can't exactly do a spit-take in bed. I consider it a victory that none of it got up my nose.
(This post has been crossposted from DreamWidth)
Time to go to bed, and I am drinking a glass of water and listening to John reading words of eloquent and insightful wisdom, largely to do with soccer. Gentle reader, I should not have done that:
Him: (out of nowhere, I might add) "While it's true that they religiously save their own snot--"
Me: *glub*
And of course, you can't exactly do a spit-take in bed. I consider it a victory that none of it got up my nose.
(This post has been crossposted from DreamWidth)