We slept with the windows open on Tuesday night. Around 4am a skunk sprayed outside our house. It was AWFUL!!! The smell came into our room and woke us up. Here is the conversation that followed....
Art is out of bed walking around. I am still in bed "trying" to sleep.
Art: Did you poop the bed? - he starts lifting up the blankets checking out the bed.
Me: WHAT?!?!?! Are you sleeping still?
Art: I went outside and didn't see a skunk....you had to poop or fart. - then he turned on the lights and starts looking in the bed & at my butt.
Me: Are you serious?.....get your butt in bed and stop asking such stupid question and NO I wouldn't poop the bed. geez!
Seriously does he think I poop the bed in my sleep? I am not a toddler or 90 yrs old. I was sooo mad at him at 4am for asking such STUPID questions. I did not find the humor in this until about 4pm the next day and then I couldn't stop laughing.