[Him] "I think I'm sitting next to flesh-eating zombies."
[Me] "Okay."
[Him] "No, seriously, I think they might bite me and turn me into a zombie!"
[Me] "Cool, then you'll be up in the night when D wakes up screaming, and YOU can deal with him!"
[Him] "What if I then bite him? And turn HIM into a flesh-eating zombie too?"
[Me] "Then you'll have company."
[Him] "You're seriously not concerned at all? You have no worries at all about this conundrum?"
[Me] "If it gets me some more sleep, no?!"
[Him] "Even if it hurts your child?"
[Me] "Yup."
[Him] "But they're flesh-eating zombies!!!!???"
[Me] "Okay."
[Him] "Wow, you are NOT the woman I married."
[Me] "The woman you married thought a rough night's sleep was only SIX hours. Straight."
Friday, 21 May, 2010
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Did my post from Wednesday trigger your husband?
So sorry.
Unless, of course, it means that you get 7 hours of sleep.
I didn't know your husband worked in my office...
You are a sick twisted woman and I love you for that.
LOL! I must say I like how your (sleep-deprived) mind works.
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