Bryn woke up with heartburn and a furry butt in her face. ‘I guess she’s not mad at me anymore.’ She thought and rolled out of fart range from the evil being that has taken up snoring in her bed. She slipped out of the bed and went to her bathroom cabinet for something to ease the pain. “I’m not eating at that place anymore.” She moaned. Popping a few Tums in her mouth she chewed them and shuffled to the kitchen. She expected the worst and found to her amazement, the kitchen was still in one piece. Slowing her pace, she was afraid of what she would find around the corner in the living room. Nothing. Clean. “Wow.” She exclaimed. She slowly turned back around gazing across the room for hidden ‘treasures’. Nothing. “Beth must not be feeling well.” she mumbled and went to the cupboard to grab
