Monday, December 7, 2009

He he, she said Bratwurst.

There's this thing I do that drives my husband crazy and I'm not talking about that thing with my tongue, I'm talking about a different kind of crazy. Every night, when it's time for bed, I start talking about really pointless, unimportant things. Sometimes I do it on purpose because it annoys the crap out of him but usually I don't even realize I'm doing it.

I've always been one of those people that takes a long time to fall asleep, mostly because I can't stop thinking about things and usually it's not the stressful things going on in my life but rather stupid stuff that I have no idea why I'm thinking about it.

Sometimes my train of thought can be a little strange. Like last night, for example, my husband asked me to start reminding him to put his medicine on his face at night. His medicine looks like jizz, jizz reminds me of penises, penises remind me of bratwurst. Thinking of bratwurst made me wonder what exactly bratwurst is (because I don't eat it, I don't know), at which point my thoughts were interrupted by my husband saying, "Will you please just shut up and go to bed?"
I started laughing, he sighed, rolled over and tried to ignore me.

2 comments:

Jill Himitsu said...

I think that is freaking hilarious.

PS. Brats are made just like sausage. Because they are sausage.

Huckdoll said...

Col's the same way. I often have to tell him to shut it, especially if he's had a vodka energy drink. Oy.