It happened again.
I went to sleep wearing a t-shirt (can you see where this is going?). This morning I woke up in a sluggish daze, with the feeling that the weekend had not yet passed, and my t-shirt no where to be found.
I discovered it bunched up into a ball on the floor of my bathroom. I don't know what I do when I sleep but apparantly it makes me warm.
I discovered it bunched up into a ball on the floor of my bathroom. I don't know what I do when I sleep but apparantly it makes me warm.
posted by The Rube at Monday, April 10, 2006
3 Comments:
I sleepwalk occasionally and talk in my sleep. Apprently Rube, YOU are a sleepstripper. If ever you wake up next to a pile of one dollar bills, you'll know the reason.
There are so many things I want to say here....but I won't
I like the less chaste side of you Rube. Perhaps subconsciously you have an inner 'exotic entertainer' trying to dance its way out and you're repressing it. Keep the true confessions coming Rube, that's good stuff!
Happy Passover! Will you invite me to your Pesach Seder? I can bring Kosher friendly stuffed jalapenos sans bacon bits, that's my party specialty. It'll go great with the cow tongue and gefilte fish. Oy vey!
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