I woke up this morning without my shirt on, which makes no sense since I was definitely wearing it when I went to bed. I spotted it at the end of our bed. I have absolutely no memory of taking off my top.
I immediately blamed Jepeto. He swore on everything holy and unholy that he was not responsible for my topless state. I believed him.
No, I’m not naive. He really didn’t do it.
No, really. He didn’t.
Fine, believe whatever you want. I know he didn’t do it.
Shirtless, I padded off to the bathroom. Where I saw this:
It’s a star-shaped Spiderman sticker. In my belly button. I stared for a while. Eventually, I removed it. I stared some more.
I have no explanation.