let sleeping freya's lie

what can i say, i'm my mother's daughter...

growing up, if mom fell asleep on the couch, it was hilarious (and nearly impossible) to try and get her to get up. we would say, "but mom, dad is so lonely without you, you have to get up," and her half asleep-self would retort, "don't tell me what to do!" then we would leave her there, and inevitably she would always wake up around three in the morning and head to bed (perhaps after starting some laundry or doing some dishes, that's the best time to do it right?)

poor dad, but lucky us, such good times.

{isn't she fun}

well even before we got married, brett knew i inherited this lovely trait. i'm quite skilled at passing out wherever i am, and being the grumpiest freya around if anyone messes with me. last night was no exception, i fell asleep waiting for brett to come to bed, and the helpful bretty that he is, he tried to get me to brush my teeth. big mistake. the only thing i remember is swatting at him and being very upset, but he somehow got me to brush a bit. the only problem was that i never got up to spit, so i slept with a toothpaste mouth (i did wake up at three and put in my retainer though ha). today i got my payback though for being such a grumpy tail, the toothpaste was too strong and burned my tongue throughout the night (it is amazing stuff though, crest scope outlast, you can taste the mint for hours, literally. you should try it.) and now even as i'm writing this my mouth still hurts from last night.

what's the moral of the story? 

always brush your teeth before the sleepiness sets in

and

let sleeping freya's lie

{me passed out on the gray's couch back in our courtship days}

a line about me should really be added to this song

you don't tug on superman's cape

you don't spit into the wind

you don't pull the mask off the old lone ranger

and you don't mess around with *freya

(artist: jim croce title: you don't mess around with jim)

*i just told brett about what i'm writing and after making fun of me for blogging such a silly story, he said, "how many years have i been bringing you your toothbrush?" (answer: 4) apparently he also brought me a cup last night to spit in, but i wouldn't have it. if i only would have listened!