Most people who know me will tell you that I am a sleep talker. Most of us Roberts kids are. There are stories that will go down in history from mission companions, roommates and sisters that have witnessed my sleep piano playing, searching for spiders, giggling and saying the word "BOYS" in several different voices.
Until recently, I did not know that I can be quite sassy in my sleep. James says he adores this little tendency, but I don't know how long that will last.
The latest episode happened a couple of nights ago when James came to bed after I was already asleep. I was mumbling about something or other. He wasn't sure if I was sleep talking or not, so he said, "Honey, you aren't making any sense," to which I responded, "YOU'RE not making any sense!"
This is not a one-time thing. A few months ago when James asked me if I was sleep talking I got a little testy and said, "Are YOU sleep talking?!" Wow, I guess I'm not brilliant in my sleep.
I just hope I don't start breaking out the profanities!
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