Remember the other day? That whole, “Cry in the night” post? Take a look at the title up there, I’ll wait. Splash Yeah, turns out that as delicious as this was: It wasn’t the best way to stay healthy. A mere 16 hours after this kiss I found myself in the all too predictable porcelain embrace. I was devastated. And empty. Quickly. She was sorry. But not that sorry since she had me to herself. “Try some cookie, mama?” I passed, and eventually so did the bug. The big girls were distressed to not be able to hug or kiss me, but managed to keep their distance. I thought the whole episode was behind us and that my predawn upchucking had gone unnoticed. That…

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