Adventures with Insomnia and Sleep Talking Husband
Me: *Wakes up slightly at 4am. Rolls over.*
Husband: *Moves because I moved. Elbow bumps me. Glances over.* I’m sorry... *Rolls back over. * Here we have... item four hundred and seven.
Me: ... *Realizes he’s sleep talking. Too tired to mess with him.*
Husband: *Mumbles something else.* Alright. This items goes to... Robert. Duff.
Me: *Is now freaked out by his sleep talking that I shake him awake gently.* Please stop auctioning things to Robert Duff. You’re freaking me out.
Husband: I was sleep talking? *Lays back down, but he decides to either fuck with me, fully awake mumbling random shit, or goes back to sleep and keeps sleep talking.*
I’m not making this up. This was just so weird and random not to share with the internet... I also really want to know what he auctioned to Robert Duff. And who is Robert Duff? He also started telling me he needed tire shire for one of Bigfoot’s tires but I think by this time he was slightly awake and was fucking with me at this point.