Husband-pants came home from work to find me asleep on the couch. He said, "you should be in bed". To which, I sat upright and began bawking like a chicken.
Husband-pants: For real, go to bed
Me: Bawk-bawk-bawk
Husband-pants: Go to bed
Me: Bawk-Bawk!! Oh wait, I got a check in the mail today.
I ran to the kitchen table, picked up a pile of papers, ran into the office and threw them (like a bowling ball) under the desk. Then proceeded to bawk the remainder of the way to bed.
I received no check in the mail that day.
**this entry was written while on ambien. I'm getting better at it.
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