Tonight I was in bed watching TV when a drop of water hit my arm. I shook my sleeping husband and asked if he was sweating profusely. He said, sleepily, "it wasn't me!", turned over, and then raised his head and said "unless the Germans did it", and went back to sleep again.
I suppose if I were travelling back to 1942 in my sleep I'd blame the Germans for everything too.
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Mel,
As I thought about the water hitting your arm, it reminded me of my own thought processes late at night.
For example, sometimes, when I lie in bed at night and look up at the stars, I think to myself, "Man! I really need to fix that roof."
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