But the best part was that Zach and I were cuddling in the corner, and he was just so sweet. But halfway through the party, I remembered I was married. Either Tim showed up, or I just started to feel sick with my infidelity.
It really burns me up that I can't kiss on anyone I want to in my dreams. I hate the guilt. I even woke up with a yucky feeling, so I had to "confess" it to Tim. My only consolation is that he is the same way. So at least he's not whooping it up, carefree in his celebrity make-out dreams, while I'm wracked with dumb guilt.