More Crazy Crap My Husband Wakes Himself Up Saying
01Nov12
Our scintillating evening: folding laundry and watching “Super 8”, which was AWESOME. I was on the edge of my seat — I have no idea how Chris fell asleep, but…
“Lion and love!”
“Lying and love?”
“Lion. Lion and love.”
“Okaaaay… lion and love. What?”
(mumbling) “…putting them on the calendar and I don’t know why I need” (waking up now, laughing) “extra toes.” (Face drops into palms.)
“WHAT?!”
(still laughing) “I don’t KNOW!”
(with bemused affection) “Go to bed, honey.”
(resigned) “Yeah, that’s probably… yeah.”
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