Saturday, May 14, 2011

Happy Meals

I tried to wake husband up and he begins muttering:
-I sent out my own super.... mutter mutter..
-Your own what?
-Happy Meals. ...mutter... mutter...
-I want a happy meal!
-Happy meals weren't mentioned.
-Yes they were. You said you sent out your own happy meals.
-It was a metaphor for making myself happy

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Sleep crawling perhaps?

Last night when I woke up to roll my very pregnant body over, I found my Husband sleeping on all fours muttering something to himself.