Oopsie daisey

Nov 11, 2006 00:38

It's midnight, and I'm getting ready for bed. ishaa is downstairs finishing up a few things before he joins me. stickybear is sound asleep, as is his best friend utahdaughter, who is spending the night.

Or so I assumed when I neglected to close the door to our bedroom before I got undressed.

I'm lying in bed, buck-assed naked and trying to find my page in my book, when I hear mutterings coming from down the hall. Suddenly I look up and utahdaughter is stumbling down the hall, babbling distractedly. It is at this point that I recall that she sometimes sleepwalks.

All of my clothes are well out of reach and would take too long to pull on. Instead I leap out of bed and yank the sheet from the tangled mess of blankets, feeling decidedly like I'm in a movie. I hurriedly wrap the sheet around me--all the time in full view of utahdaughter--and rush out of the room, trying to say calming things.

A word of advice: when wrapping a sheet around you a la movie star, throw it around your shoulders. I realized that this would have been smarter than wrapping it around me like a towel when the top fell down on my way down the twelve-foot-long hall. Twice.

Luckily, while I was abandoning the towel-style and flashing a sleepy utahdaughter as I threw the sheet around my shoulders, ishaa made his way up the stairs. Seeing my state of buck-assed nakedness, he gallantly decided to take care of utahdaughter himself. When he returned to our bedroom he relayed the following conversation:

ishaa: What are you looking for, utahdaughter?
utahdaughter: She who has the Play-Doh.

amusing

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