Pillow Talk

"Wait. What are we doing?"

"I'm not sure. What are you talking about?"

"I'm just trying to figure out if these switches will work."

"Switches? What are these switches going to do?"

"They are going to help us figure out everyday stuff."

"Oh yeah? What kind of every day stuff?"

"Just.....stuff..."

"Robbie, are you awake, or are you asleep?"

"Mmmmppffffhhhhhh........"

Comic Relief

My husband has entire conversations with me in his sleep. He gets embarrassed when I laugh hysterically. Does that make me a bad wife?

The End

Finals are officially over. Nothing could make me happier. I had two finals on Wednesday, two more on Thursday, along with a final project that didn't actually begin working properly until this morning, and the biggest one, Physiology, this morning at 7:30. On my way up to campus this morning at about 7:15 a.m., I came to the bottom of Old Main Hill, and my car ran out of gas.

When I called Robbie to get some help, the conversation went something like this:

"Robbie, the car ran out of gas."

"Okay. Call me back if you need some help."

(awkward pause.)

"Robbie, I need some help."

...Robbie has no recollection of this conversation.

Luckily, Robbie was quick when he came to help me out, and I made it to campus on time. It's been quite the day.

Regardless, it's all over. Until January. The saga continues...