Talking in my sleep has been fairly harmless until last night when I apparently woke my husband up at midnight and told him there was a bat in our room. (If you know Aaron, you know he has an incredible fear of bats...) He kicked me out of the room, wielded his weapon of choice (broom) and checked the bedroom for the bat. Meanwhile, out in the hallway, I started to wake up enough to realize I had no idea what was going on.

He still doesn't find it as humorous as I do.

I love you Aaron - thank you for being my protector!