G's sleep-talking again. Actually, he's always doing it, but it's often just a midnight tackle and a plea not to fall off the bed. But a new theme has emerged - time (as displayed by my bedside clock) as omen of evil.
Last night.....
G. (sitting up, peering over me at the clock): Oh My God! It's 12:15! That's bad, that's really bad! (shakes me fully awake)
Me (rolling over): Why? Why is it bad?
G: That's really dangerous!
Me: Why? What happens at 12:15? Huh? You woke me up so you should tell me now.
G: Ummmmm.
Me: Really. What is so dangerous about 12:15?
G: You could have a full bladder.
Damn him. Even if I didn't have a full bladder, I would've had to get up and go just because of the suggestion. I came back to bed, he was already snoring and I stayed awake for the next 40 minutes.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Oh, I Almost Forgot...
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3 comments:
Whew! I thought I was the only one dealing with this.
How loving of him to be concerned about your bathroom welfare!
My WV is speedwriting for "I've a hepititus".
Ahem. Hepatitis.
"Time as an omen of evil." I love it.
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