Rottened

I have a tradition I keep faithfully. I talk in my half-asleep every night.

So last night, half asleep, trying to explain to David why I was so frustrated, it went something like this:

"I'm just frustrated... cause I have these really great times with God... and then I go a while between them, where I just get to have 'above average' instead of 'really great' the whole time... and... and... He's spoiled me rotten! (giggling)... He rottened me... (long pause)... I smell like stinky cheese (giggling)... (long pause)... YOU smell like slobber."

And that's when David laughed hard enough to wake me up. Thus I remember this ridiculousness. Not all bad.