BTW, I have a visible bruise on my hand now. My coworker thinks I am in a Sleep Fight Club. The first rule is don't talk in your sleep about sleep fight club, presumably.

Gosh, -t, you totally reminded me of last night.

CJ was feeling better and finally fell asleep on the couch around 6pm. I was doing my best to let him rest, but it was garbage night so I was gathering and getting it out to the garage. Jack, the dog, was trying to help and if I said anything to him, CJ would answer me from his sleep fog. I giggled and just finished what I needed to.

Later I was in the kitchen getting dinner and he wandered in, hugging a pillow and in that same sleep fog voice told me that Buffy was evil. I asked how and he said "well, she started off so cute and blond and nice and then she had to embrace the evil to fight the evil". Same sleep fog voice. I asked if he was awake or walking in his sleep. He just turned around and disappeared toward the couch again. He used to sleep walk/talk when he was MUCH, MUCH younger.

The funniest part was maybe 10 minutes later when I was upstairs talking with K-Bug. CJ appeared all bright eyed and jumping in the conversation. I asked if he remembered talking to me about Buffy and he had no clue. Goof.

He is currently submitting an application to work at the Trader Joe's that will be opening around the corner from us. PLEASE, PLEASE may they hire him.

Timelies all!

I know how I got the big bruise on my left hand. When I use the treadmill, I tend to swing my arms. Sometimes one of my hands connects with an arm rail. Yes, this has happened multiple times. I'm just that talented.

I worked at TJs way back when Joe Coulombe still owned it. It was a great job. Fingers crossed for CJ

A good friend of mine works at TJs and it is pretty much the happiest he has ever been in his working life...which is saying something.

Honestly, every time I see him, he literally says, "Oh. I have SO drunk the kool-aid." And then, he talks about all the perks he loves so much. Every. Time.

Sleep Fight Club

A couple of summers ago we were on vacation and mr. flea (flailingly and not very hard and obviously not on purpose) punched me in the face while we were both asleep, because he was having a fistfight in his dream. Sleep Fight Club is real, people! I had a bruise!

Sleep Fight Club is real, people! I had a bruise!

Once, Tim woke up in the middle of the night, and my hand was resting on his throat, with my fingers curved as if I were gripping his throat. The only thing missing, he said, was actual pressure.

I once woke up as I was settling into a defensive crouch in the middle of my bed. I'm fairly certain I had been supine in the previous moment. I wish I had memory of what must have been a kick-ass move to get from one position to the other.

Congrats, Kalshane!

Congratulations, Kalshane!