tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158410962011-04-21T16:46:31.447-07:00During the working week, I get up an hour before my boyfriend. In that hour, while he is half asleep, he talks weird. This is where I post what he says.anonymenoreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15841096.post-1134137510648563262005-12-09T06:11:00.000-08:002005-12-09T06:11:50.656-08:00This morning, I came to and looked over to find M quietly chuckling to himself in his sleep.<br /><br />What a lovely way to wake up.<br /><br />x<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15841096-113413751064856326?l=snoozytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>anonymenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15841096.post-1132769932542415962005-11-23T10:17:00.000-08:002005-11-23T10:18:52.556-08:00...the following came wafting across the duvet.<br /><br />"Did <span style="font-weight: bold;">you</span> know she was a lesbian?"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15841096-113276993254241596?l=snoozytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>anonymenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15841096.post-1126117426093826322005-09-07T11:20:00.000-07:002005-09-07T11:23:46.096-07:00...as I probably haven't made it clear that I don't actually lie awake all night, waiting for M to talk weird in his sleep. What actually happens is that I get up about an hour before he does during the week, and it is during that hour, while I am pottering about getting ready for work, that he does the weird talking.<br /><br />So. Now you know.<br /><br />This morning:<br /><br />"It's a jerk off though." (NB He was in bed by himself at this point...)<br /><br />"I'm sorry?"<br /><br />"Ch... chicken..."<br /><br />?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15841096-112611742609382632?l=snoozytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>anonymenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15841096.post-1125909559213378642005-09-05T01:35:00.000-07:002005-09-05T01:39:19.216-07:00So he's back from holiday, and this morning I was treated to the usual sleepy waffle that I have grown to love so much.<br /><br />"Thunderpants."<br /><br />"What?"<br /><br />"I'm sorry, I'm half-asleep. I mean UNDER-pants."<br /><br />What? What does he mean? WHAT DOES HE MEAN? It was 7am! Neither of us were getting up! We were in bed!<br /><br />I get so confused...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15841096-112590955921337864?l=snoozytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>anonymenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15841096.post-1125096012645534682005-08-26T15:37:00.000-07:002005-08-26T15:41:58.726-07:00"You look like a wasp".<br /><br />Pardon?<br /><br />"You, you look like a wasp. Waspish."<br /><br />I guess this was because I was wearing a yellow vest and black trousers (not my best ever combination, but honestly, it was Friday morning - the office was lucky I didn't show up in tracky bots). Technically, I suppose because he'd looked at me while squinting through one dozy eye, he wasn't even asleep.<br /><br />That's all for today. A bit of a rubbish first post, especially as there are loads of great things he's said in his sleep before, none of which I can remember right now. He's away for a week so I'll have nowt else to say for a while.<br /><br />Strewth, I can tell this is going to be a fascinating blog.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15841096-112509601264553468?l=snoozytalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>anonymenoreply@blogger.com0