Curling, pillows and smelly cat

I must admit that I've really gotten into Olympic curling. I don't totally understand it, but it's fun to watch anyway.

Last night, Chris and I came home from a wake (sadly, this was the second wake Maya's attended in her 5 months of life), opened a beer, and promptly fell asleep on the couch watching women's curling. When I awoke and tried to get Chris to come up to bed later, we had this exchange:

Chris: Did you remember the stuff?
Me: What stuff?
Chris: The baby's hair stuff.
Me: Huh?
Chris: The stuff she sits on.
Me: What?
Chris: The Olympic stuff.
Me: What stuff?
Chris: The curling stuff.
Me: What are you talking about?
Chris: Nevermind. 

I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but Chris talks in his sleep. Not often enough or with enough hilarity to start a blog like this one, but it's nonetheless entertaining — like the time a few years ago when he woke me up and asked me if I remembered to get the dog's uniform. 

Although sometimes it's a little scary. For example, a few weeks ago he got up in the middle of the night and started patting down his pillow. When I asked him what he was doing, he said he wanted to see if the baby was in there. I of course freaked out and started asking him why the baby would be in his pillow case. He got confused and went back to sleep. I ran to the crib, where the baby was sleeping soundly.

There have been many other times he's woken me up to ask me random questions. Unfortunately, I usually fall asleep again and can't remember what was exchanged. I should start keeping my cell phone nearby so I can tweet what he says.

In totally unrelated news, I've been reading this blog lately called This Old Smelly House. It's about a couple who bought a house from a crazy cat lady. Some of the stuff they've uncovered is eerily similar to things we've found. It makes me wish I had done a better job of documenting every crazy discovery we made after moving in because — surprisingly, and somewhat sadly — the walls covered in bird poop and pee-soaked carpeting were just the tip of the iceberg.