oh, a funny to share...

ok, two bits of back-story to start:

1. matt is famous for talking in his sleep. he has woken *me* up in the middle of the night to ramble such nonsense as "where'd they go?" and "when did they leave?" in fact, i don't even bother responding anymore - i just tell him to go back to sleep. on top of that, i certainly can't wake him up from a nap to tell him i'm going to run an errand, because even if he's perfectly coherent and says he understands, he'll still call me thirty minutes later and say "where are you!?!?!?!"

2. when he was in the hospital, we had cable. oooh, how i love me some cable. we don't have cable at home, so when given the opportunity, we take serious advantage. we spent lots of time watching the food channel (a truely cruel pastime when otherwise restricted to hospital fare) because i can't ever get enough of it.

so, yesterday, he stirs in the middle of a nap on the couch and says - i kid you not - "were you rolling me up and down like a pie tart?"

...

what???

(and of course, when i mentioned it later, he had no recollection whatsoever!)