Sunday, October 11, 2009

Stage Fright

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, 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"


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.