Kevin's Watch

Weird Story.

Okay, the other day, I was napping, and I guess I sleepwalked from my room, into the kitchen, and got the footstool, found the Nilla Wafers (my one and only addiction, now, drat it) and when I woke up, I found myself on the couch, and the box was half gone.

Similarly.

Okay, had a thingy of chocolate fingers and was on the phone. Autopiloted like fifteen to mouth, did not even know.

Yep. This is going to kill my diet.

So... Any similar conditions here?

Yes, so I don't keep said items in the house at all. Beorn gets fruit as a snack item.

Excellent solution.

--A

Fruit.... Um, yes. That's, er.... *autopilots forkful of fettucine to mouth* Quite nife.

Gggggg....

Fruit?! Your child will hate you soon when he realizes that mommy is substituting ummy gummy gooy tasty chocolate with a banarna. Really, what if someone attacks you with fresh fruit, eh? I'm pretty sure you can't just "release the tiger!".... I mean, there's the thing of putting the tiger back after he's been released, and by that time, he'll have found the chocolate, and he'll be hyper, and.... and.... and....

*mouth is promptly stuffed with yummy casserole thingy* Mmm.........

I guy I knew way back when used to chew tobacco. One night we were out drinking (go figure), and we stopped by Burger King on the way home. He woke up in the morning with a big dip of Whopper in his lip.

Now I don't dip, so I think that's the nastiest thing in the world. I know several people who dip and say they've done the same thing.

back in high school, i would work at the grocery store and end up bicycling home in my sleep. over an hour away by bike.

i wish my baby boy would just sleep!

good luck, when the all 3 grandkids are here we have a hell of a time getting them to sleep. threats of sending home usually work, but they are stubborn. the older boy has been sent packing.

Give 'em booze. It worked on Everybody Loves Raymond. Or just make them watch that show. Or make 'em run laps in the evening a couple of hours before dinner. It works. It not only makes them tired, but it will also "help them in the long run". (This is sarcasm.)

So, er, yeah. Latest sleep eating fetish has been saltine crackers. Mmm. I feel so... white. NOOOO!!!! I wanna be Mookie with cornrows! Noooooo!

I'ma get me some chicken. And greens and monkeybread. Drat, where's a black Martha Stewart when you need her? (Kidding... Martha Stewart is scary.) And no one trusts me with recipes anymore, since the ceiling-cookie incedent.

I ramble. How nice.

i'm considering the booze.