Scene: It’s the evening after we have stocked up on my favorite variety of Girl Scout cookies, the elusive Lemonades. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m a little obsessed with them. And apparently was dreaming about them.
Brooke: “All I do is keep picturing those boxes of Girl Scout cookies….”
Brooke: “The boxes of Girl Scout cookies.”
Nick, awoken by my rambling, and confused, thinking I’m awake: “Uh, do you want me to go downstairs to get them for you?”
Brooke: “NO — I just keep picturing those boxes of Girl Scout cookies.”
Brooke: “The boxes of cookies that are downstairs in the kitchen.”
Nick: “Right… so do you want me to get them for you?”
Brooke: “NO! Nevermind. I know I’m not making any sense.”
I never did get my Lemonades that night. But never fear — I survived.
Scene: I am sitting on the couch blogging and watching tv after Nick has already gone to bed. I hear the bedroom door open, he groggily walks by me to go into the kitchen, then comes right back into the living room and sits down on the love seat.
Brooke: “Hi, honey… you okay?”
Nick: “Yeah… I came out here to get a drink of water, because there were crocodiles in our apartment.”
Brooke: “Oh. Scary.”
Nick: “Yeah… Make a wish, it’s 12:12.”
Brooke: “That’s not how it works, honey. It’s when it’s 11:11, or 2:22…”
Nick: “That’s how it works in my book. I wish the night away.”
Aaaaand he gets up and goes back to bed. Uh, goodnight?
Scene: Nick has fallen asleep on top of the covers in the bedroom while watching television. At 11:00 pm, Brooke attempts to gently awaken Nick from his slumber to get him under the covers. Because really, it’s quite annoying to try to get under the covers when someone else is on top of them. Am I right? Or am I right?
Brooke: “Honey, why don’t you get under the covers.”
Nick: “I don’t get under anything that’s prickly.”
Brooke: “What? What’s prickly?”
Nick: “The things on the computer screen.”
Nick: “The computer screen is prickly. I swear I’m sort of making sense. Sort of.”
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We have these conversations probably once or twice a month. Sometimes I’m the half-asleep one who says hilarious things or speaks my own language. Sometimes he is. Regardless, hilarity always ensues (and there is a resulting great story to tell the culprit the following day). Methinks I’ll be making this a little series on the bliggity blog :-)