Aptly titled, it's a woman's hilarious journal of the funny, ridiculous, and often crude things her hubby says in his sleep, made only funnier by his British slang. This struck a particular chord with me because I am quite the chatterbox in my sleep. Apparently, I have talked about enjoying the musical stylings of a firetruck parked outside of my dorm, I've tried my darndest to warn the inhabitants of an island that they should leave [swatting motions included], and I've sat up in bed, trying to determine the philosophical difference between "the good" and "the....kermit".
Now that I'm back home, sleeping in my room solo, I have no idea what adventures I've recently embarked upon in my sleep.
I guess this is less of a legitimate, well written, bloggy-blog post and more of a plug for someone else's. It's worth a read though. Enjoy!
