01/14/04: Funny things my wife says to me when she's asleep
 

"I really like that shirt."

"What shirt?"

"You know, the striped shirt."

"What striped shirt?"

"You know, the striped shirt! It looks really good on you."

"No, I don't know. What in the fuck are you talking about??"

"The shirt you're wearing!!"

::said deadpan:: "I'm not wearing a shirt."

"Shut the fuck up".


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"I'm sorry there are sacrifices in this tape recorder".

(to that, I elected to say nothing)


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And then there was the time when she went on and on about how she was glad that I bought the controller. Upon my prodding, "What controller?", she eventually responded, "The playstation controller!". When I responded that we didn't own a playstation, she grew extremely confused, mumbled angrily, and went back to sleep.

She's clearly leading a double life, dude. Where does she go while you're in class? You know, there was an episode of CSI like this ...

Yes my wife says she can have an interesting conversation with me when I'm half asleep... sometimes I have vague memories of these. She says I'm mostly deadpan, unless she says something like, "never mind, you're out, I'll tell you in the morning"... in which case I get indignant and claim (very humorously according to her) that I'm perfectly capable of having a coherent conversation.

Crap, bad post, too many windows.

LOL...i do that a lot too.....

here's a few of my quotes . I said these to jinx in a half asleep stupor:

"so, you gonna buy the whole set of books?"


" well, at least you can say you got a deer."



this one was when i woke up to change spencer when he was a tiny little baby:(with him in my arms, I'm standing there doning nothing)

jinx: what are you waiting for? go change him

Ljim: Hold on, I can't find the copier.

jinx: put the baby down. now.

Heheh... my wife has such moments from time to time... like the time she asked me why there was a lawnmower in the bedroom. My half-asleep mind tries to grasp the question like trying to catch a stray bar of soap in the bathtub. "What?" I ask... which wakes her up enough to realize that she was dreaming. This is usually followed by a muttered "Nevermind," as she goes back to sleep.

Maybe I shouldn't tell these stories, she's a Cellarite now, and she may start whipping out stories about me.

Why didnt you tell them about the huge cat with the human face?

Come on the lawn mower is by far the tamest of the things I have seen in my sleep.

Remember HP I know where you live and I have seen where you sleep.