Horrified.

Hello, my name is Mary Frances, and I am officially my grandmother. Here's why:

A few nights ago, Preston and I were sitting together on the couch while he was eating chocolate ice cream. After he finished, I noticed that he had a little bit of chocolate over his lip. So instead of, you know, VERBALIZING this fact to him (and this is where I'm blushing while typing), I licked my pointer finger, rubbed the chocolate off from over his lip, and then DIED OF EMBARRASSMENT.

Now, I get embarrassed really easily. Really easily. Probably because my skin is about as thick as tissue paper. But around Preston? FALSE. We've been together for six years, and while there are still some lines we won't cross, for the most part, we are really, really relaxed around each other, and, consequently, rarely get embarrassed when it's just the two of us.

Putting my own spit on Preston's face, however, was one line I had never crossed, and really, had NEVER EVER in my wildest nightmares ever wanted to cross. The whole thing kind of happened in painfully slow motion...all of a sudden I was licking my finger...and putting it up to his face...and his eyes were widening with growing horror...and I was rubbing his lip...and his eyes actually popped out of his head and rolled onto his lap because they were TOO WIDE to stay in the sockets...and then heat was spreading up from my chest...to my collarbone....to my face...and to the ends of every strand of hair on my head...

And then everything snapped back into sharp focus and Preston was all WHAT THE HELL and I was all I DON'T KNOW!!!!!! PLEASE DO NOT DIVORCE ME.

Luckily, he didn't. He's nice like that. However, I have a sneaky feeling that whenever he eats chocolate ice cream from now on, he will keep his distance. SIGH.