There’s no chance that I stayed up all night last night reading a trashy novel and eating an entire party size bar of chocolate in bed. Okay, there’s a slight chance. There’s also a slim chance that when I stumbled to the bathroom this morning in a late night, drunk on chocolate, shriveled pea brain from bad fiction hangover and closed the medicine cabinet door I jumped at the sight of myself and almost choked on my toothbrush. I was covered in dark brown spots. I did a quick mental checklist of diseases that I could have contracted while I slept and of insects that could have invaded my bed. Then I realized that the spots were melted crumbs of chocolate. There’s no chance that I ate one to confirm. Shit, okay, there’s a pretty good chance. #KevinsWINNING

About peik

What's to say? I'm a chronic fun seeker and life marrow sucker. I live in an ancient brick house in a darling town with my perfect and tolerant husband, my two amazing teenagers (The Giant and The Ginger) and two blue Danes (Oliver and Periwinkle). A lover of obscure roadside attractions and museums of oddity, I travel, write, laugh, make friends, write letters, sometimes run, eat great food and drink good whiskey. I've never had a bad journey and every single day is my grandest adventure.
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