Thursday, August 23, 2007

Dreaming in Tongues?

I must've had a really fitful sleep and been fretting about not winning the lottery, because apparently I was talking in my sleep. When I woke up this morning, my husband asked if I remembered asking him about the plywood. I didn't.

Apparently I was telling him that I needed a bunch of 8x4 plywood. Except, he said, that you would normally want to say "4x8." I looked at him and asked exactly how big is a normal sheet of plywood. He replied, "Four-buh-eight."

Weird. I have no idea how I knew that in my sleep, because if you asked me any other time, I wouldn't be able to tell you.


Gina said...

Try to remember! I think you were calling out the winning numbers for next week's NY lottery.

Anna said...

Okay, we've got to keep thinking positive thoughts....yarn money, yarn money, yarn money!