So, ever since I've been married, I've had numerous conversations with Morgan while he's been sleeping. It's always when we're just about asleep, but still somewhat awake. Two nights ago, we went and saw the movie Juno (great movie by the way...sort of weird and quirky...some questionable language...but really funny). We were talking about the movie as we were falling asleep, and I turned to Morgan and said a line from the movie (Do you think the sunshine's out of my ass?, meaning, do you love me?) and he says, "I'd build you a skittles rainbow!" Um, What? So I start laughing and he wakes up and wonders what's so funny.
Now, sometimes I've been able to keep him talking, however I have to accept the consequences what ever they might be. Once, he randomly blurted out the name Charlie. I said "Charlie who?" Morgan replied "Charlie Butts" I asked, "Is he your friend?" And he looks at me, gets really mad, and shouts "No!!!" That was that. While working in a fishing lure packing/shipping place one summer, he once told me "You don't know sh** about pallets." I remember one night him going on and on about hoses. Don't ask me. Who knows were his mind goes in that in between awake and sleep place.
I must admit, I have too fallen victim of random ramblings while sleeping. While Morgan and I were still in the long distance dating phase of our relationship, my mom told me once that she heard me talking about building a Morgan bridge. Weird.
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Your post made me giggle. I too would love to see a skittle rainbow! Funny stuff! I wish I could torture Ron like that. Maybe I will just start making stuff up that he says. That is fun too right. I want to see that movie too! And yes, I do think the sun shines out of your buttocks!
How romantic. I love that you can get him to talk. Get some dirt!! :)
Funny. I wish I could do that, but I do all the talking. Sometimes I even get up and try and smash all the spiders in our bed (in my head), like I'm playing that game at the arcade where you hit the gophers with the mallet. So weird.
It must run in our family McKelle.
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