tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035522625939331207.post2870344948628868185..comments2023-10-31T05:10:13.181-07:00Comments on carolinemichelle: I hear the secrets that you keep (na...na na) when you're talkin' in your sleepcarolinemichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07807330658411849001noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035522625939331207.post-37964920263383084482009-01-28T06:53:00.000-08:002009-01-28T06:53:00.000-08:00HA! THAT WAS ME!HA! THAT WAS ME!Sarah-the-Yentehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17675525691368034672noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9035522625939331207.post-74719545941911245682008-12-23T07:33:00.000-08:002008-12-23T07:33:00.000-08:00Ah, this reminds me of my favorite sleep talking m...Ah, this reminds me of my favorite sleep talking moment. I should preface this by saying that I'm one of those people that, for some unexplainable reason, doesn't like to admit that I've fallen asleep. I'm that person that falls asleep while watching a movie with a bunch of people and then suddenly wakes up and laughs at the death scene because I felt the need to do something to show that I am awake.<BR/>This was kind of that same situation. Except not at all because I was alone, in my own room, and there was really no reason why I shouldn't have been sleeping.<BR/><BR/>Bobbert (walking into my room where I am passed out): Deena, do you have a pencil?<BR/><BR/>Me (jumping up and sitting straight up): 16 ounces in a pound!<BR/><BR/>Bobbert: huh? I asked if you had a pencil?<BR/><BR/>Me: I'm doing math.<BR/><BR/>Bobbert: Were you sleeping??<BR/><BR/>Me: NO! I'm doing Math!! 16 ounces in a pound!!<BR/><BR/>Bobbert (speaking to Judy as he is walking out of my room): I don't know what your child is talking about, but I don't think she has a pencil.R. Diablohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00483351220632482040noreply@blogger.com