Sometimes, when I wake up on mornings like this one, covered in drool and cat hair, I’m grateful that there’s no one in bed next to me, to see me in all my awesome glory.
Sometimes, when I wake up on mornings like this one, covered in drool and cat hair, I’m grateful that there’s no one in bed next to me, to see me in all my awesome glory.
Well, that’s the privilege of singlehood.