I think perhaps the fumes have finally gotten to me.
Interior: My Bedroom. It is early morning (3:30 a.m.) and the husband has finally come to bed after three or so hours of playing Halo 3.
He: (kissing me goodnight) Night, sweetie.
Me: (in a sleep that rivals death) Where are you going?
He: (confused) I'm getting in bed.
Me: (very insistent) Where are you going with all the yarn?!?!
He: Are you dreaming about yarn?
Me: Uh huh....zzzzz
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