Fool me once...
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There was a time in my childhood where I was obsessed with Lite-Brite. (I still love pretty lights! Is this a chicken or the egg type thing?) Anyhow, I would wake up in the morning to find more of my picture done than I recalled having completed. My mother denied knowledge and I knew it wasn't my grandmother - this meant either I was sleep Lite-Briting or she was lying.
Hey, maybe SHE was the one Making Pictures With Light - er Lite - in HER sleep, since she would sleep eat often. "I dreamt I ate chili." Ahem. One time she ate a whole pizza in her sleep, that for some unfathomable reason, my grandmother was holding for a neighbor. I got the blame...but I digress.
Fast forward, er, unspecified years to a brunette woman wanting a little chocolate-y goodness as she blogs. She knows she has a whole un-opened bar on top of the fridge. Or does she? There is a bar on the fridge alright, a bar that has squares missing. Hubby denies knowledge. (OH God, what if I'm sleep eating? What if it's genetic? Nah, hubby lies!)
BTW, got a Lite-Brite a couple years ago - they are made differently. Not in a good way. It's no fun unless you can hear the peg pierce the paper and feel the little pop. (I don't even want to know what that says about me.)
There was a time in my childhood where I was obsessed with Lite-Brite. (I still love pretty lights! Is this a chicken or the egg type thing?) Anyhow, I would wake up in the morning to find more of my picture done than I recalled having completed. My mother denied knowledge and I knew it wasn't my grandmother - this meant either I was sleep Lite-Briting or she was lying.
Hey, maybe SHE was the one Making Pictures With Light - er Lite - in HER sleep, since she would sleep eat often. "I dreamt I ate chili." Ahem. One time she ate a whole pizza in her sleep, that for some unfathomable reason, my grandmother was holding for a neighbor. I got the blame...but I digress.
Fast forward, er, unspecified years to a brunette woman wanting a little chocolate-y goodness as she blogs. She knows she has a whole un-opened bar on top of the fridge. Or does she? There is a bar on the fridge alright, a bar that has squares missing. Hubby denies knowledge. (OH God, what if I'm sleep eating? What if it's genetic? Nah, hubby lies!)
BTW, got a Lite-Brite a couple years ago - they are made differently. Not in a good way. It's no fun unless you can hear the peg pierce the paper and feel the little pop. (I don't even want to know what that says about me.)
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