Apparently Chris is having stage nonsense fright and hasn't provided any new material for me to blog about.
Sorry to disappoint.
I will leave you with an oldie but a goodie.
Me: Good night Chris.
Chris: Bang, bang. Dead, dead.
Me: WHAT?!
Chris: BANG BANG DEAD DEAD.
Me: *sigh* Love you too.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Just call him Old MacDonald
And this gem from a few weeks ago;
me: Good night.
Chris rolls over,runs his hand along my stubbly leg and proclaims
"Just like a backwards chicken"
"Just like a backwards chicken"
and rolls back over, never waking up.
me: Thanks, love you too.
Of course he is
Friday night 9/11/09 11:30pm
Me: Chris, did you put the dog out?
Chris: teachingatthelambhouse
Me: *giggle* What?
Chris: TEACHING AT THE LAMB HOUSE
Me: Oh ok.
Chris (finally wakes up): What did I just say?
Nonsense Nothings
Sweet nothings: Endearments addressed to a lover.
Nonsense nothings: Random nonsense addressed to me by my husband Chris. at night. in his sleep.
Sweet nothings? Sweet, loving, poetic.
Nonsense nothings? Bewildering, hilarious, unbelievable.
Enjoy.
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