martha
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Last night was Back to School Night, where I talk for an hour straight, trying to fit it all in. Plus, it's a high-stress occasion, no matter how many times you've done it. Put that together with not enough sleep, and my immune system is thrashed. So I feel a little cold coming on. I took all the right pills, but I didn't kiss my baby this morning because I didn't want to infect him. He's got a show opening on the 12th (see Discotheque for the details), and he needs to work.
Well, this aftenoon, we got some quality time together walking the dog for ten minutes. I hugged him. Then I forgot about my cold, thought only of how much I hadn't seen him lately, and I kissed him. A good one, too. Really good. And then he reminded me that I wasn't supposed to kiss him. I can feel my little cold coming on worse, and my baby always takes colds worse than I do.
I am a heel.
But I'm a heel for love.
Well, this aftenoon, we got some quality time together walking the dog for ten minutes. I hugged him. Then I forgot about my cold, thought only of how much I hadn't seen him lately, and I kissed him. A good one, too. Really good. And then he reminded me that I wasn't supposed to kiss him. I can feel my little cold coming on worse, and my baby always takes colds worse than I do.
I am a heel.
But I'm a heel for love.