I’m considering moving my primary site to WordPress. If you can see this, I’m either still toying around with it or I forgot to change the post. Either way, you can probably just ignore this message completely.
My fiance wakes up, speaking absolute gibberish and pointing down: "jfksjio and under the bed" Me: "What’s under the bed?" Fiance: "They have a stove under there" Me: "Who does?" Fiance: "I don’t know but I know they have one and it’s like…one they pass around to each other" Me: "How do you know?" Fiance: "I don’t know, but I know they have it" Me: "It’s those damned Keebler Elves again, isn’t it?" Fiance: *Sound asleep*
Girlfriend: "Hey, where’s Jillian?" Me: "She’s on the roof" Girlfriend: "Yea right. If she was she would poop so hard the ceiling would fall."
While playing "Thrift Shop" on Spotify… Erin: "Is this my, uh, my theme list?" Me: "Your what?" Erin: "My theme list that I was working on" Me: "I guess so." Erin: "oh, ok"
Girlfriend: *puts her arm under her pillow, lifts it up and partially sits up* *mumbles something about a rose* Me: "What are you doing?!?" Girlfriend: "I’m not doing it" Me: (I am slightly concerned at this point). "What are you not doing?" Girlfriend: "Oh, you know" Me: "No, I don’t" Girlfriend: "you know, capsizing" Me: "What??" Girlfriend: "I gotta go. My ship is sinking and I need my last beaths of air". Me: *blink* *confused* Girlfriend: "It’s my Titanic" I….have no idea. She snapped out of it when she heard me gasping for my own air from laughing so hard.
Girlfriend: *pointing at the ceiling and moving her finger as if she is following something* "Did, did you see that?" Me: "What?" Girlfriend: "Ok, I didn’t make this up. It was red, and it was like hanging down, and then it got sucked up, and then it disappeared." Me: *laughing* Girlfriend: "Wait. And now it sounds really stupid" Me: *more laughing* Girlfriend: "I gotta go" *mumbles something* Me: "What?!?" Girlfriend: "Don’t worry about it. Just ignore me"
Girlfriend: “you’ll just have to wait and see. And I’m fully awake and in between the state where I know what’s going on and where I make blankets for invisible mary”
Girlfriend: Is stuff alive over there? Me: What? Girlfriend: *Leans over to look on my side of the bed* I just picked this up over there and it was alive. And then… I shut it….and put it over there. Me: You did? Girlfriend: Yes. And it had a baby. A bad baby. But, you know, not a real one.
Fiance: "So anyone can have one but it’s not just me. See?" Me: "Anyone can have what?" Fiance: "Ok, are we really going to do this again?" Me: "Yes." Fiance: "Do you not understand?" Me: "No. Explain it to me" Fiance: "Can’t I just tell you later?" Me: "No, I’ll forget" Fiance: "Ok, listen, Re-re. Anyone can get one, it’s a prize. It’s a candle, but not just me, anyone can have one. Ok?" Me: "Anyone?" Fiance: "yes"
Girlfriend: *wakes up, speaking absolute gibberish, then plays around with her night guard* Me: "What are you doing?" Girlfriend: "I’m trying to figure out these ants" Me: "What’s wrong with the ants?" Girlfriend: "You just worry about your stuff over there"
Wife: "What’s this?" *Points at my arm* "It’s leaking" Me: "My arm is leaking?" Wife: "I like the tattoo." Me: "I have a tattoo and it’s leaking?" Wife: "Um. I, I think I’m not asleep"