I think he's awesome too, but am well aware of his drawbacks. Which probably only annoy me. But he also gives good instructions so you can figure it out yourself later. Thank god, because the months of watermain work meant I had to clean out my faucet screens and washers a LOT.
Loki is randomly biting trim. Um, kid? Leave the lead paint alone. Now he's on to making out with my shoes. Okay.
I'm doing so well on spending this month in a way that's sustainable. Need to seriously get to work on replacing basement door and garage door since I think I'm saving again.
Sue,
thank you
for that link to Sleep Talkin' Man. I've spent most of the evening, as Hec can attest, weeping from sheer exhaustion and work rage, and that blog is the most awe-inspiring thing I've seen all week. Sadly, all the most tagline-worthy mumblings of the sleep husband are decidedly not safe for work. But it's just so nice to cry from laughter for a change. Seriously. I owe you.
You know, I didn't click on the link at work when it was posted but did a search to pull it up once I got home (what can I say? I click on ita's links too).
It turns out, a Natter search for "labia" turns up a rather surprising number of hits.
Dude, this thread only opened this morning.
Yeah, okay.
Hubby thinks Sleep Talking Man's wife is cruel and should get him a C-pap machine already so he can get proper oxygen to his brain. I think he's afraid I'll start taking notes.
I must say, Hubby's come out with some nasty remarks to me in his sleep. I don't tell him most of them.
I wish Mike would say more crazy stuff rather than just snoring. Then I could have a fun blog!
ION, I am seriously baffled over here. I sent a friend a recipe that calls for 4 (4 ounce) fillets of grouper. He just wrote me to ask if that means 4 ounces total for all 4 fillets or per fillet. Seriously???!? Yes, Brian, each person just gets served 1 ounce of fish. With a ritz cracker, because that makes it classy.
Some people. Geez.
Having no context on Sleep Talking Man, I can only add that a C-PAP doesn't necesarily end cruelty. Or perhaps it's only my family where my father putting on the C-pap resulted in a chorus of
Pigs in Spaaaaace!
