Sometimes You're the Worm

This is what happens when Brian and I cuddle on the couch.


We are in the traditional "spoon" position.  Brian's arm has me in a vicious chokehold and is cradling my neck. It is wildly uncomfortable.  I have discovered that if I relax enough my lip goes slack and I can drag it in the grossest way across Brian's forearm.  Which of course I am doing.




Brian:  That is sick.  What are you doing?

Kelly: Pretending my lip is a worm.

Brian: ... (digs his chin into my shoulder)

Kelly:  THE HECK!  What are you doing?

Brian:  Pretending my chin is a bulldozer.


This is how babies get made y'all.