Last night Matt called me out. Not nice. Not nice at all.
I announced to everyone that I would be drinking my last peach tea packet and that they were to keep their little grubby fingers off my drink. That I had kindly set a glass of water on the table for them, but this last coveted flavored drink was mine. All mine.
To which Matt quipped, “She’ll let you sleep all night with her, but she ain’t sharin’ her drink with you.”
Bazinga!
