I've posted before about my husband's late-night conversations, as well as his pillow-stealing tendencies. I have yet another instance for the memory books...
The other night as we were settling in for the evening, we were talking about the day's events as usual. After giving the customary kiss and snuggle, we turned out the lights and started to drift off to sleep. Aside from the tugging of sheets, and adjusting of pillows, the room was silent.
After a moment, my husband rolled over and said to me:
"If you could just give me 10,000 mothballs, that'd be great!"
Grand hand gestures and everything -- eyes completely shut!
Then rolled back over as if nothing happened.
Of course, I started to laugh.
I nudged him: "Babe. Babe! Do you know what you just said?"
So, I told him.
And he laughed, too.
Then we both began to get comfortable once again, waiting for sleep to claim us.
The next morning, I mentioned what happened, and he looked at me as if I had lost my mind! He thinks I made up the conversation!
I know I sometimes have an active imagination, but really, I'm not so creative that I could come up with such a random story! LOL!
Oh, well. It's still pretty funny, and I laugh every time I think about it. :o)