That ought to do it.
My wife goes to bed before I do, see, and I was getting ready to go to sleep the other night. Before I crawled into bed she started talking in her sleep.
“No more vegetables,” she said.
“What?”
“No more vegetables.”
Then she stole my pillow.
What the hell?
9 comments:
My kids don't want to eat vegetables too. I still have no idea how to make them like those vegetables.
Regards,
Holiday With Mama
If someone ever wrote about the things I've said in my sleep -- well, that person wouldn't be around to write about it a second time.
Sherry -- That's what I'm afraid of with my wife. Too good of a story not to share, however...
I cannot believe you put this on your blog. You may need to go back to the doctor, I believe you clean bill of health is about to change.
hahahahaha. That same thing almost happened to me too. Except my wife just took my pillow.
anonymous wife -- See? I knew there would be hell to pay...
McAngeli -- Well, that's close enough, huh?
I hope you will not be sleeping in that red armchair, tell me there is at least a comfy sofabed in the sitting room!
Oh! yes he has a comfy sofa... but I will wait and get my vengeance when he least expects it.
Denford -- Got a nice, comfortable couch, indeed.
Anonymous Wife -- Ah, fear of retribution hasn't stopped be before...
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