A sleepy note

I am very tired tonight.  It’s 12:50 and I’m going to go to bed.  But that makes me think of My Honey the other night.  He goes to bed much earlier than I do.  He has to get up at the ungodly hour of 4:30am to get to work.  That’s insane if you ask me.  For crying out loud, I’ve only been in bed about three hours by then. 

The other night I was getting into bed at my usual ridiculous hour and he was already sound asleep.  I arraigned my pillows in the “L” shape I like and I’d taken my medicine and turned on the blasted alarm clock when all of a sudden he sat straight up in bed and hollered, “Nuclear, Nuclear!”  Then he flopped back on the bed and resumed snoring.

I couldn’t fall asleep for the longest time after that.  I kept giggling and listening in case he needed to say anything else.

There is a blog I check in on every day that is infinitely amusing.  You should check it out – www.sleeptalkinman.com.  The gist of it is that this woman records her husband every night because he is a prodigious sleep-talker.  She has even begun putting the audio on for you to hear.  It’s absolutely hysterical.

I totally stole “It’s cupcake o’clock” from him.