As we all do(or at least that is my belief), we encounter at some time in the night(not every night) when we find ourselves aimlessly staggering to the bathroom to use the pot. Now keep in mine my bathroom is parallel to our closet which I guess at night they could each be the other as I see it. No I didn't pee in the closet, but according to my husbands account, I was in the process of pulling my underwear down just as soon as I got out of the bed, which in turn made it difficult to walk, as we've all witnessed those toddlers in the same predicament, barely able to keep themselves up, as almost to fall as their body moves faster than the bound legs. So as Bill says, "You had your underwear at your ankles and was heading into the closet....but barely realized that there was no such toilet there, so you then went to the bathroom". Now you have to know that I have had many occasions where I am unaware of the things I am doing in the night.
Many times I find myself in the pantry diggin' for goodies to fulfill my hunger or boredom if you will. Last night my menu consisted of some vanilla wafers(3) and a piece of bread that I folded in half and started munchin' on the crust. I made it to bed with my goodies in hand, so I carefully placed them on the corner of the bed(by my pillow), climbed in, and continued with my midnight snack hoping that Bill would not be awakened by the crunching of the wafers. I got those down the tubes and proceeded to eat my bread, I started dozing off a little. Now you have to realize that I fall asleep with my mouth full many, many nights. Is this something I need to be worried about? Could I choke? Will I suffocate?
I fell fast asleep and the next thing that I noticed was that I was awakened by an itch under my nose, so as anybody would do, I scratched it. The problem here was that I was still holding my bread and at the moment of being mostly asleep, I thought the item in my hand was a sock(perfect item scratch my nose with). I begin scratching and realize that the damn sock is flaking off all over the place and making matters worse. It took a good minute or so to realize that my "sock" was actually my bread! So, with crumbs covering my side of the bed & down my so called cleavage I madly brushed the remains off the side and went back to sleep. People, I tell you this for two reasons. One, so that you can laugh at me. Two, so that I can be reassured whether, or not I need to be concerned about this(I am happy with either conclusion). Perhaps that is why I skip breakfast.....I am full when morning arrives.
