Some content on this page is not suitable for young eyes or faint hearts. Views expressed by Sleep Talkin' Man rarely reflect the opinions of waking Adam. Especially the desire to exterminate all vegetarians (but he does hate lentils.)
I am speaking to you from the past! We're off camping for the weekend, so this has been pre-scheduled from the nest-egg. In honor of the fact that we're sleeping in the woods:
"If a mozzie sucked the blood of a junkie, would it get high? Or would it see things? Fucking hate mozzies. Hope they get addicted."
"Seriously, do the words 'You're an idiot' confuse you? Yeah, you see you're sweating now. Typical..... See? Even Google's got you on its list of fuck-ups."
"Monkeys don't lay eggs. That's in act two. It shows you how difficult it is for them to be surrogate parents. The hippos are in trouble, but, yeah, they'll find somebody's little baby for them."
Karen's notes: Thanks to everyone for the lovely anniversary wishes! Speaking of which, and in light of Adam's final sentiment last night: We did carry out the tradition of hauling our wedding cake out of the freezer, unwrapping the sixteen layers of saran wrap (cling film, Brits), and partaking of a slice each.
Now, in its heyday, our wedding cake was quite literally the most delicious thing I had ever consumed. It was red velvet cake with vanilla butter-cream frosting, and it was mind-blowing. But I'll tell ya, twelve months in the freezer didn't do it any favors. Of course, that didn't stop us from finishing our slices (or me from having a second slice).
"Finger painting's fun. I need to get some more fingers, though. Give me your fingers. Oh fuck it, I'll just cut 'em off. You've got pretty fingers. I can do some pretty painting with those pretty fingers. Toes, I can use toes! Yay! I'm sorted. Fingers and toes."
"No. Don't look up. They're in the trees. Those tree cows. They're a deadly shot. They'll get you in the eyes. Get them down with threats of violence. And a bucket of grass, of course."
(in response to me sniffling from hay fever) "Don't cry. S'okay. You've got an important role to play. You're cannon fodder. Now be good and stand still."
Karen's notes: In case you didn't catch it, that was a CATS reference. Here is Mr. Mistoffelees. You can see why Adam might wish to imagine him as roadkill:
Karen's notes: When Adam heard this, he said, "When have I EVER, in my LIFE, used the phrase 'hot dang'!?" Yeah, not exactly the Queen's English, is it?
(Big wacky yawn. Then sort of singing) "Doo... Doo... Do you want to eat me? Hmm? Gobble me up? Chew on my hindquarters? Do you? WELL COCK OFF YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU'RE NOT TASTING MY MEAT! Fucking eat something else. I'm as tough as leather. Grrr. (sigh)"
"I'm sure you'll be thrilled and ecstatic at the thought of going out with me. But look at it from my point of view: Leeches attached to my testicles and a mass of flesh-eating caterpillars and ants over the rest of my body, gorging themselves on my flesh. A slow and ultimately painful death. So I hope you can see my point of view. It'll be a no to going out with you. Now run along and poison somebody else's life."
Karen's notes: This was from Sunday night. Ya'll cannot imagine the power of will it took for me to hold this one back. But I really felt it deserved to be all on its own.
"I'm just a chubby ninja. Able to move between skinny people. Tiptoeing elephant. No one can see me. And then I attack! With ice cream and jelly, with chocolate sprinkles on top. Mmmmm."
"You know it's time to get up when you've got cold butt cheeks. Nothing worse. Goddamnit, I married you, the least you can do is lay across my ass and make 'em warm. Nothing else is working. (fiercely demanding) Warm my bottom, woman! Okay, I'm sorry. (whining pathetically) I don't like a cold bottom."
By this point, I was feeling a moral imperative to cover Adam's exposed ass. I got out of bed, picked up the blanket, walked around to his side of the bed, and laid the blanket very gently on top of him...
Before transcribing, I just want to mention here that, generally speaking, I do not use the word "bottom" among adults. I was merely quoting Adam.
For those who are only reading, just imagine that "(laughing)" is added in at every line.
ADAM:
Ah! What'choo doing? What are you doing?!
KAREN:
You- You've just been talking on and on about your cold bottom! You've been-
ADAM:
Go away! It's not cold, it's airing.
KAREN:
You- Adam, listen to me-
ADAM:
What?
KAREN:
You even said, "I married you, the least you can do is lie across me and warm my bottom." And I started to feel so bad, that I finally decided to come cover your- cover your ass.
ADAM:
You decided to wake me up.
KAREN:
No- Adam-
ADAM:
You attacked me with the blanket.
KAREN:
Adam, why would I- why would I ever wake you up when you're talking and I want you to keep talking?
ADAM:
No, my bottom's not cold, I like to air it. It has a mass so great, it gets so hot anyway.
KAREN:
Adam, I'm trying to tell you-
ADAM:
Listen baby, come- I love you and I'm sure you had the best of intentions, but you woke me up.
KAREN:
Well, I didn't know what to do. You just kept going on and on about it.
ADAM:
I go on and on about lots of things, most of the time you ignore me.
KAREN:
But this time- I mean, this one seemed relevant to real life. I looked over and saw that it was in fact exposed. And then I started to feel so bad. You said, "I don't like having a cold bottom," and so I came to cover it because I was worried about you.
ADAM:
That I'd get hypothermia of the ass?
KAREN:
I didn't like you sounding so distressed.
ADAM:
Oh, but baby, you threw the blanket on top of me.
KAREN:
I laid it- You perceive that, but I actually laid it very gently.
ADAM:
Oh, I felt like I was attacked by a heavy flat thing.
"Get him outta here. That dirty little rabbit worrier. Leave those twitchy tails alone. Fluffy little bunnykins. Who'd want to make you so anxious? You've got enough to worry about. Oh, hoppity."
Karen's notes: These are both from the nest-egg, we had no talking last night.
Anyone notice a theme here?
At this juncture, I must reveal that Adam and I have been known to watch a TV show in which a team explores sites that are reported to have paranormal activity. They're constantly talking about cold spots. This explains why Adam has ghosts on the brain.
Now, by sharing this fact about us I'm demonstrating how much I've come to trust you all, so DON'T MAKE FUN. Everyone has their guilty-pleasure show. We also watch rather high-brow British panel shows, so there.
Added later: I have explained panel shows in the comments.
Karen's notes: I mentioned last week that Adam just joined a new gym. Every single time he works out, he emails me right after to describe the pain. Sissy. I'm definitely making him that in a workout shirt.
Merch stuff: Now listen up. I've noticed a few people have ordered enough merch to get themselves a free bag or apron, but then didn't take advantage of the offer. That's crazy! Isn't everyone as obsessed with free stuff as I am? Get your act together, people! Shameful.
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Karen's notes: We got nothin' out of him last night, so I turned to the nestegg for this one. I couldn't figure out how one would spell those expressions of disgust at the end.
Karen's notes: Molly (the cutest dog that ever lived) was moving around on the bed right before this. I've never thought of her as particularly tortoise-like, but what do I know?
Irrelevant advice solicitation: Anyone know a great place to go camping in East Sussex? Preferably where you don't pitch your tent in a big open field among a bunch of other tents?
Karen's notes: This is one of those gems that I saved from Saturday night. I can't help wondering what training has qualified STM to teach Duck School. Quack quack, indeed.
Merch news: The shirt shops have a great special on. If you spend $40 or £40, you get an apron, messenger bag, or baseball cap free! Use coupon code ADDONFREE in either shop (Canadians, use CADADDONFREE).
If there is a quote you want on an apron, bag, or hat-- I'm talking about a quote that's already on shirts-- just drop me an email.
Adam talked his head off last night, and I put a bunch aside for a quiet night. But these three were right in a row. It's like STM went through an entire relationship over the course of 5 minutes...
"Okay. Brace yourself. I can't be held responsible for the fallout. You ready? I Like You. Yeah, rock 'n roll."
Neither of us had any idea what Adam was talking about, so we googled around a bit. We discovered that an aye-aye is a type of lemur:
They are super freaky-looking. What is more freaky, though, is that Adam insists that he has never heard of aye-ayes in his life.
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Merch news: Loads of people wanted "BOOBS" as a ringtone, so go get it!
And, I forgot to mention yesterday, I put "Right, like I joined to get fit. I joined for the mirrors!" into the shops. I want to see you all wearing it to the gym.
STM: BOOBS!!
KAREN: I don't think I'll put that one on the blog.
ADAM: I got "oobs". (meaning, "I know I said 'oobs'.")
KAREN: (laughing) You missed the first letter but you got the rest?
ADAM: Oh... "boobs" I said?
KAREN: (fondly)Yes.
Karen's notes: Adam just joined a new gym, and yesterday he worked out for the first time in over a year. If I had known his true motivation, I would have hidden all our mirrors to get him to join earlier!
In the second one, I imagine he's out shopping for, like, a new spatula, and he suddenly realizes that he's entered a hard-core sex shop.
As for the final one... I don't know. What's cute and comes in a box?
"Nobody told me I couldn't bring that to tea. Why can't I bring it to tea? I'm really sorry to have upset you. It's not my fault. I thought it was ok. I did. Oh. It's not fair. It's not fair. You're bastards and you're trying to spoil my fun. Go on. I'm taking the iguana home. It's the last time you're gonna let your little chicks run around free!"
Karen's notes: I was utterly baffled by that last phrase. "What did that have to do with anything?", I asked Adam. He replied, "Elvis ate a lot of burgers, didn't he?" Yeah, whatever.
Shameless merch update: "CAKE-A-DOODLE-DOOooo" is now on shirts, aprons and mugs. "I'm the reason why there's so many adjectives for awesome" is on mugs, and the shirts will be up later today.
Also, the prices on STM greeting cards have just dropped!
AND, I added "BaGAWK" and "Cake-a-doodle-dooo" as ringtones. Any other ringtones people want?
Links to all of the shops are in the left-hand panel.
Karen's notes: It's a classic STM day: One self-aggrandizing, one insult!
Thanks to the couple of readers earlier who helped me figure out the "I punch your face" phrase, which I could not decipher for myself.
And thank you also to everyone who expressed their concern for us on Saturday. It was the first time in many months that there was no blog entry. Even when we are going away, I pre-schedule them, and I was very sad to break my sterling record. Ah well, all is back as it should be.
Karen's notes: Sorry about yesterday, guys. Our internet was down all day.
We did not have any cake yesterday, although I did mention cake. Of course, I mention cake every day-- I love cake. If I talked in my sleep, I would probably talk about nothing but cake.
Speaking of cake, I want to take this opportunity to tell you all about the lovely cakes that Adam makes for his children's birthdays every year. I think they're wonderfully executed. This year, he did an aircraft carrier on the ocean for his 9-year-old and a rain forest scene for his 6-year-old. I'm going to go find some images and add them.
Added later: Here are the ones I could track down. I had BETTER NOT see any of these on Cake Wrecks later:
those are licorice reins and a marshmallow eyeball!
that's the rainforest scene. The alligator pond is my favorite part.
Karen's notes: Please God, don't let my mom read the blog today.
Mom, if you are reading, Adam loves you, and he is not talking about my family in reality. For god's sake, the man talks about zombie guinea pigs. He's not well!
As for the avocado salad, it may be useful to know that Adam is allergic to avocado. If he ate one, his head would swell up and explode. I almost broke off the engagement when I found out, but because I am such a forgiving person, I have instead learned to live with this character flaw.
Karen's notes: This one's easy. A couple of months ago, we collected two jars worth of frog eggs, and set them up in a tank in our garden. We watched them grow from tiny dots, hatch as tadpoles, grow little legs and arms, and lose their tails. We ended up with a tank full of tiny froggies, which we have been releasing back into the pond from which we took the eggs.
Yesterday, Adam found that the last few had escaped from the tank into our garden.
To put the size of these froggies into perspective, these little ones are sitting on the hands of Adam's nine-year-old son.