Ok, so I have difficulties falling asleep. I would heart some drugs for the problem, except my insurance sucks big time and I am perennially terrified that if I conk myself out, a kid will need me and I won't be able to help them. So, I just keep staying awake. All. The. Time. (Plus, there is a little issue of the really good book I am reading on my brand new Nook, so that may be part of the problem, too. But I digress....)
So, last night I stay up til 1am (way past my bedtime) reading. Then it takes me awhile longer to fall asleep. So, the last time on the clock that I see is 1:45am. Then it is peaceful slumber. Ahhh.....
ARRRGGGGG.... Why is Mark shaking me? What time is it? Ugh... It's 2:09a.
Mark: Hey... Look at my foot. (As he points his leg up so that he is a human right angle).
Me: Wha? What? Huh?
Mark: (Giggles like a school girl). Look. There's nothing on it. (Chuckles like a 10th grade stoner).
Me: What? WHAT? What are you talking about?
Mark: (Doing his best Dazed and Confused impression) Look! There's a band on it. But, there's nothing on it. (Laughs again).
Lynn: (Smothers Mark with a pillow. OK, not really). What? What are you saying?
Mark: (Suddenly, sounding more like himself than Pauly Shore). What? What are you talking about? I didn't wake you up? What? I was asleep.
Lynn: I am calling a divorce lawyer tomorrow. (Pondering if pain and suffering can be included in divorce settlements as Mark drifted back to sleep immediately and I was still up at 3:15a).