Him: It's 9:00 a.m.
Me: I know.
Him: I wish someone would toast me a sesame seed bagel.
Me: Oh, do you now? Well, if it is physically possible for me to drag myself from this bed, I will do it. But I only slept five hours, and my body knows it, so I don't know if I can.
(He turns on the radio. Classical music emanates softly, pastoral stuff with rich horns and a stately, napulous rhythm.)
Me: So I guess you want me to go back to sleep, then?
Him: Not at all.
Me: But this is sleeping music.
(Music changes to a movement more lively.)
Him: That's not what I hear. I hear golden bagels flying through the air being toasted by the sun, with lots of squirrels running around slicing them and putting little butter pats on them.
:-)
Posted by: dale | June 30, 2007 at 01:04 PM
Napulous. Most excellent.
Posted by: Kay | July 02, 2007 at 01:32 AM
Glad you like it, Kay.
As evident by the usage above, since inventing the word my true love and I have extended its meaning to include "nap-inspiring." I really should write to Pseudodictionary.com to let them know. Every time I think about doing so, though, I get sleepy. ;)
Posted by: Sara | July 02, 2007 at 09:16 AM
I think "him" is an eternal optimist. Particular convincing anyone to do anything on five hours sleep.
Posted by: elizabeth | July 02, 2007 at 04:02 PM
Actually, I thought this was so funny that I laughed myself awake. Thus he got his bagel after all.
There's a lesson in there somewhere, I'm sure, but I have a sense that it might not be in my best interest to articulate it. ;)
Posted by: Sara | July 02, 2007 at 04:24 PM
Squirrels slicing and buttering bagels? Well, they are very intelligent creatures.. ;) funny!
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Posted by: Snoskred | July 04, 2007 at 08:41 AM