Last nights actual conversation as I finally join HoBiscuit in bed at 1:30am.
“Goodnight, Sweetie.”
“Hmmmm? GeekMan?”
“Yes?”
“Did you click the right option?”
“What?”
“We need… option, or we won’t work. Crash.”
[snicker] “Honey, are you sleeping?”
“I don’t know.”
“Go back to sleep, Honey. You’re not making any sense.”
“But I am sleeping. The frog’s email said so.”
“…”
“I think I’m dreaming.”
“Ribbit, ribbit.”
“That’s right.”
[HoBiscuit begins to snore lightly as GeekMan shakes uncontrollably with suppressed laughter.]
I think my girl’s been working too hard.
Bwah! Feel good that at least your was half making some sort of sense. My husband speaks in tongues during his sleep – it’s mildly disconcerting.
My daughter talks in her sleep. This is when I get all the good information out of her. Use the power wisely.
Lol… didn’t that make sense to you GeekMan? I used – and maybe still do – to talk in my sleep too. I even once sat up; yelled that one of the ferrets got loose and was climbing in the curtains. I kept on discussing it until my girlfriend of that time got out of bed, went over to the livingroom to check on the ferrets. When she came back I was soundly asleep again.
She wasn’t too pleased with it though, as I found out in the morning :)
LOL. So… did you click the right option and reply to the frog?