This last Sunday was the most perfect day. I typically procrastinate everything I don't enjoy doing. So . . . most Sundays for the last couple of months I have spent frantically studying and typing papers for school on Monday. Well school is out (thank goodness), and so Sunday I took a nap on the couch. Jared sat on the other side of the couch reading while I snoozed off. After I had been out for maybe twenty minutes, Jared says I started talking to him. He says the dialogue went something like this:
Me: "I'm trying to sleep over here."
Jared: "What did I do?"
Me: "Um, you farted."
Jared: "No I didn't."
Then I went right back to sleep, and still now I have no recollection of our conversation. How embarassing! I knew I struggled sometimes at night with sleep talking, but at least Jared is pretty sleepy himself. Who knew I could be so entertaining while taking a nap.