Last night I was having a very difficult time falling asleep, likely due to the four hour nap that I’d so smartly taken, waking up just mere hours before my usual bedtime. I tossed and I turned and I finally decided that counting sheep was the way to go. I lay on my back and counted, slowly in time with my breathing. Out loud, to annoy Derek, of course.
Derek, in turn, decided to help me in my sheep-counting ventures by playing the role of wool-covered smelly creature. Between each number he would let out a loud, “baaaa.” This, however, was simply not convincing enough, and he felt he needed to add in the act of leaping over the fence. Me being the fence. The problem was that these sheep were particularly lazy (he says clumsy) and had a bad habit of not clearing the “fence,” landing instead as jabs into my arm.
Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep last night. Baaaa.