Tuesday, March 4, 2008

I'm delicious.

I walk downstairs in the middle of the night to find my husband on the couch, asleep. He looks fairly uncomfortable, so I wake him to ask if he'd rather sleep upstairs in our bed.

Him: No, I'm good here. In fact, I'm delicious!

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

February 26

Me (lying in bed reading)
Him (asleep)

He reaches over and grabs me, shaking convulsively.

Me: Sweetie...what's wrong?
Him: (almost crying) My husband was lost at sea and I'm very sad.
Me: patting his shoulder "Honey, you don't have a husband. You're married to me, and
I'm right here."
Him: (slightly waking) It was a story that an old Jewish woman told me.
Me: Go back to sleep.

Him: (12 hours later) I just finished reading The Perfect Storm. I don't remember the old Jewish woman.