"Listen: Some people play Scrabble. Some people play chess. You? You play turd puppets."
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To explain this next one, you must know that Molly's best friend, Twinkle, is staying with us for ten days while her mommy is home in Greece. Twinkle randomly barks throughout the night. This always wakes me, but Adam sometimes somehow manages to sleep right through:
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This is a rather momentous occasion: STM has never specifically named anyone before!
And here we are at 3:30 am, both awakened by Twinkle:
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(Eleni, Adam doesn't really hate Twinkle! It's just the sleep-deprivation talking!) Note how Adam is at the point where he automatically blames everything unpleasant on Twinkle. To put his accusation that she has taken his duvet into perspective, Twinkle is a MINIATURE chihuahua. About the size— and weight— of a baguette. Here she is with Molly, who is a freakishly small beagle.
|ADAM:||You're coughing! You're coughing!|
|KAREN:||No, it's Twinkle. Twinkle's making this weird noise, and you were answering her in your sleep.|
|KAREN:||No, it's Twinkle.|
|ADAM:||You're— Twinkle's coughing?|
|ADAM:||I hate that dog... Twinkle's taken all my duvet.|
|KAREN:||No, Twinkle wasn't even in the bed until a couple minutes ago.|
|KAREN:||Actually, your duvet's sitting— You are— You are trapping your duvet underneath you. (pulls it out from under Adam and covers him up) There you are.|
|ADAM:||I'm hot now!|
|KAREN:||Oh! (uncovers him again)|
|ADAM:||That's better. Thank you.|
|KAREN:||Go back to sleep.|
|ADAM:||How can I sleep when your knee is in my back.|
|KAREN:||It's visiting you.|
|ADAM:||Well, it's overstayed it's welcome. Tell it to back off... Thank you!|