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Just remembered that time, a week or so before our wedding, my husband-to-be sat up in bed and demanded to know if he had my kilt measurements.
I sleepily and bemusedly said "no?" and he became EXTREMELY huffy.
"For God& #39;s sake. We& #39;ll just have to get you measured freshly."
I sleepily and bemusedly said "no?" and he became EXTREMELY huffy.
"For God& #39;s sake. We& #39;ll just have to get you measured freshly."
"Measured freshly," he said. Y& #39;know. Like a serial killer.
"But [Hairy] I don& #39;t need a kilt. I& #39;m the bride, remember?"
"So?"
"So I have a dress."
He frowned, struggling to process this apparently new information.
"You do?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Good."
Then he went back to sleep.
"But [Hairy] I don& #39;t need a kilt. I& #39;m the bride, remember?"
"So?"
"So I have a dress."
He frowned, struggling to process this apparently new information.
"You do?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Good."
Then he went back to sleep.
I think about the phrase "measured freshly" a lot.
I used to keep track of his sleepwalking and talking escapades but he& #39;s stopped doing that so much. He once woke me up to declare angrily that the price of rice had gone up.
I told him about that conversation in the morning and he shrugged and said "well, it has."
I told him about that conversation in the morning and he shrugged and said "well, it has."
He used to get VERY AGGRESSIVE if I suggested that he might be asleep or having a dream so I stopped doing that and just played along.
"Have you checked the valves?"
"Er... what?"
"The VALVES, [ @grumpwitch]. Have you checked THE VALVES?"
"I uh... don& #39;t understand."
*extremely sassy sigh* "CLEARLY not."
"Er... what?"
"The VALVES, [ @grumpwitch]. Have you checked THE VALVES?"
"I uh... don& #39;t understand."
*extremely sassy sigh* "CLEARLY not."
Also he uses the full Sunday version of my name in his sleep which is fine and not at all terrifying.
