Last night, Drew's sleeping, I just laid Ace down and got into bed. Drew stirs.
Drew: Boy, that sure disappeared, didn't it?
Me: *giggle* What disappeared?
Drew: That piece of bread.
Me: What piece of bread?
Drew: The one that... I... I wasn't sure if it would be on the installation disk or not. ... I'm talking gibberish, aren't I?
Me: Just a little.
Too bad Drew doesn't blog anymore. Apparently, I said some powerful weird stuff while I was on tranquilizers in the hospital. He definitely could have gotten back to me for all this.
5 months ago
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Speaking of somniatic activity, you need to go read 'The Ambien Cookbook' on the New Yorker's website. It's hee-larious.
Hubby sometimes has weird dreams and he talks to me during them. If I wake up for it, I'll answer him in his dream and he calms down and goes back to deeper REM. (Once, he was asking about where he put something - it wasn't in the right place in the store - and I told him it was on the endcap. VIOLA! He found it and put it where it belonged, according to planogram.)
Hubby DOES have a blog now, and he can get me back a bit. We'll see. ;)
i still want a gold medal of weird for dreaming that Rob was Ace.
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