Dateline, New Year's:
Woke to gunshots, lights from fireworks, dogs barking, crackle of noisemakers. We'd celebrated by kissing about 9 or so, and had gone to bed. So I listened to the cacophony, then heard Husband mumble something. I figured he was awake, so I leaned over and said "Happy New Year, Honey", and gave him a kiss.
He opened his eyes, looked completely confused, smiled, then said, "I love you, too, honey, but what did I do to deserve that?"
It was then that I realized he'd been talking in his sleep, and he hadn't heard a thing...
I still have to have a little help with my bath, I have a "shower seat". I have Husband stay in the house, in case something untoward would happen. I undressed, took my glasses off, (I have horrid vision without my glasses), and got in the shower. I started to turn on the shower, when I realized there was a spider on the floor of the shower. I am nearly phobic of spiders, and had nothing handy to vaporize said spider, so I started screaming my lungs out for Husband to get something to kill it. I think it went something on the order of "GETITKILLITGETITGETITOMGGEEEETIIIIT!" He ran in, grabbed a shampoo bottle and smacked it on the spider.
It went pif. He hit it again. Pif... He then leaned down close, and then picked up the "spider", while I recoiled in unmitigated horror.
"Honey, you were screaming about a rouge yarn ball." He then showed me the little black ball of felted fluff, that had scared the living daylights out of me... Husband laughed for at least a few minutes as he threw away said rouge yarn ball...
So much for the big, strong woman...
Eep... : /