(I told John I was going to blog this, but I don't think he believed me.)
We were in bed, and the sheet had slid off, and I asked John to pull it back up because I didn't like the cats looking at my ass. "They can see right up my crack!"
John: "Those cats can't tell the difference between your crack and your face."
Way to be reassuring, Honey!
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