There Was an Old Lady in my Bed
May 13, 2010
Danny, my husband goes out of town on business a couple weeks a month so I sleep alone a lot. Not last night.
There was an old lady in my bed. A really small old lady. She was laying across the bed so that her feet were in my gut. I am not sure what she was doing there. I woke up three times to kick her out. It only took fluffing the comforter and smoothing it out to see that, no, there was not anyone actually in my bed. It was just me.
The only other person I can remember “thinking” I was sleeping with was a member of the Taliban. That night did not end well. I’ll save the gem for tomorrow.
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hahahaha, oh man. I feel a little bad about laughing at your…traumas? dilemma? problem?, but hey, you started the blog, right?
Totally. I figured it would be fun to talk about all my crazy stories. Maybe they will go away if I talk about them. They are funny so laughing is fine…really it is.
Lori, I just laugh and laugh. I remember this story and years later it is still funny.
How about your mom and her spiders on the wall? I think it is genetic. Collin walked our of our house at 2am one morning. The gate people wondered why a little boy in boxers was walking around at night but they didn’t say anything to him. Okay.. they only speak Thai but.. I thought they would at least try to get him back to his house. They didn’t. He woke up.. and then ran home. Climbed into bed with us crying.. I thought he had a nightmare. HE did.. but not the kind I thought… Keep writing.. you are GOOD.
Thanks Sue. Yep, if I could get my mom to post a few stories, that would be funny. She’s got some good ones. I remember that about Collin. Scary. At least my trek in Hawaii was when I was a teen. Thanks for the compliment.