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Ok, so we have this little inside joke where he will "walk" his fingers on my head and that's suppossed to be a "moose". He will make the "moose" do a variety of things: walk, run, jog, skip, fall down, jump repeatedly with excelerated gravity. Well he was doing that on my forehead last night, and I asked him to get the moose off my forehead. So he moved it to my cheek. Get the moose off my face! So it migrated to my (very ticklish) side. NO MORE MOOSES WALKING ON ME!!!!!! So he lifts my shirt up in the back and starts to gently drag his fingers along. Now I have a pretty good idea what he's doing, so I have already erupted with a fit of laughter when I ask "Is he ice skating???"
He was...
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Daniel has been suffering from a cold, and, unbeknownst to me, he sprayed some sort of decongestant or something into his nostrils before bed. So he crawls in next to me, and I'm like "What smells funny?" Well I dunno he says...what is that smell? OH!! It's my nose!!
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