I got thirsty. The lizard is behind the fridge. I considered drinking off the tap in the guest bathroom but didn’t have a glass. Who drinks water from cups? It is a pet peeve of mine. I cannot drink water off a cup or a mug. It HAS to be a glass.
So I went to the guest bathroom. Tap water from a soap dish? Nah. Tap water from an empty Ikea vase? Nah. Tap water from the portable potty that Tee never uses? DOUBLE NAH!!!
I psyched myself up for the great battle. If there was ever going to be one, knowing full well that I would lose, if ever there was one. If we met, I would just die of a heart attack. No time to even scream for the Hubs.
Prayer is good for the soul. I prayed the Hail Mary five times.
Then approached the kitchen door and started banging the door frame, soft enough not to wake Tee, hard enough to let Mr L know that war is impending and I would kill him.
After sufficient bangings, I switched the light on, focused my eyes on glass and water jug, and ran out of kitchen with both. See no evil, hear no evil. I thought it was quite clever of me, despite the gross anxiety, to grab the water jug out as well because it was going to save me a trip to Lizardom again. I’m bound to need another glass of water later, right?
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