From time to time, DB and I will discover something rather significant during our conversations. Of course, these are completely by accident. Returning to the rule of definitions according to DB and Rose, "accident" can be anything from random coincidence to an honest mistake to, "Sweetheart, did I ever mention" to, "You know, darling, just because I didn't say anything to the contrary doesn't mean that I hid it from you. It was just an accidental oversight." You try to figure out which definition is whose.
Anyways, back to today's latest bit of humor. Rose talks in her sleep. In multiple languages. Topics depend on what she was doing/thinking about right before she sleeps. This was learned back in college, through nights of staying up late to write papers, and led to some rather interesting split English/Spanish conversations with her old roommate. Yesterday, while exploring a new digital camera to take nature shots on the upcoming hikes and trips (read: incriminating shots of BGRR which can later be used for blackmail), she was sidetracked and had to call him back later. Instinctively: "Hun, I need to run for a bit, call you back? Um, I'm cute and I love you." "Yes you are and I love you too. Bye!" As I closed the phone, I stared at it for a couple minutes, not quite believing what had just been heard, and then shrugged it off to investigate the difference between a Cybershot and a Powershot. Decisions, decisions.
After my phone decided to be evil (and voice its opinion that I really should break up with DB because it wouldn't let any of our calls go through), I remarked on the strange things we tend to assume in our conversations, including the previous referenced comment. "That wasn't the first time you've said that, honey." "Yes it was! I would have remembered it!" Much arguing later, the awful truth comes out: "Remember when you were napping in the car on the way back from Trenton?" "Of course not, I was napping. DUH."
"Yeah, well you were talking in your sleep too."
Friday, March 28, 2008
I don't have anything to do for an hour or so, so I thought I'd call and pester you.
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