Andrew does crazy things in his sleep. He used to tease me about being a cover hog and such, but really, he is the true culprit. Lately, I've been robbed of all the blankets, kicked, & wacked in the skull with elbows, among other things. He is a grumpy sleeper. If I dare get him to try to wake up, or tell him what he did, or try to move one of his flailing limbs, or take back possesion of any of the covers (while I'm shivering, mind you), I get a scowl or a mean grunt or a loud huff with a very dramatic turning over, or even a ripping back of even MORE of the covers away from me. ...something of that sort.

Its quite funny, actually, because I know he is still sleeping and has no idea whats going on. Hee.

I ask him about it in the morning, and he has no recollection of it.


I want chocolate. Its true. I think I'll make some smores when I get home. Yuuuummm....over three more hours to wait.