Last night the Hubby fell asleep watching TV in the guest room that has somehow turned into the den.
After SEVERAL attempts to wake him up, I decided to leave his snoring ass in there..but I woke up in a panic at 5 AM looking for him.
I went in there all groggy and pissed and woke him up and here's how the conversation went:
Me: Wake up and go to bed
Him: I was having a dream that I was dance-battlin' that girl from Save The Last Dance
Me: Oh yeah?...how did it go?
Him: Well, I "served" her ass, OF COURSE!
Me: yeah, OF COURSE!!
Him: Then Chris Brown showed up
Him: I guess he wanted a piece of me too, so I gave him the business like I did ole' girl.
Me: Yes baby, because you are the "King Of The Dance Battle"
Him: You are soo right.