Dearest internet, here is the most important question facing Americans today. I think you need an account to vote, however.
So, I have come to realize that Matt and I have conversations in our sleep. Instead of talking, we make grunting noises back and forth, and sometimes he giggles. Don’t tell him I told you, but that’s the cutest thing ever. I only know this because sometimes I’ll wake up halfway and continue the conversation until I’m alert enough to realize what’s going on. Also, I’ll assume from the giggling that he woke up, too, and is laughing about the fact that we’re discussing something that’s obviously very important in our sleep, but no, he’s still sleeping. I’m dying to know what we’re talking about! It’s probably dirty. Last night, we had a very excellent night on the couch involving The Big Lebowski and caucasians. I like that I notice new things every time I see that movie; viewing 485 was no different, and it’s still as funny as ever. What happened to the Coen Brothers lately, anyway? Jenni