Why I don’t sleep at night – Part II

Sorry, no pictures for this one. If you want pictures you'll just have to go read Part I.

Vampires --that’s what I was dreaming about. I was trying to navigate my way through a huge vampire castle while those silly fang bearing tricksters tried to thwart me at every turn. They kept moving the doors and the stairs didn’t go where they said they would. Hogwarts and vampires? How cool is that?

“Oh my GOODNESS!”

I startled awake, realizing that I really heard that. It wasn’t a dream.

“OH MY GOODNESS!” Don shouted again.

Panicked, I bolted upright and yelled back, “WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?”

“Is, is, is, is, is, is, is…..” he kept repeating.

“IS WHAT?”

“Is, is, is, is, is, is, is….”

“DON! Wake up and shut up!”

“Aye, aye, aye, yi, yi, yi, yeeeee,” he screeched, sounding like he’d been possessed by one of his Native American ancestors.

“What the heck were you dreaming about?”

“If, if, if, if, if….” He said.

“Good grief. Move over.” I said.

And then, irritated that he’d interrupted a perfectly good vampire dream, I lay down and pouted until I went back to sleep.

And he wonders why I'm cranky.

Jerkface.