Medium…

This show cracks me up.

Bill and I always debate about Allison’s husband.

His endless patience regarding her pesky dreams, un-Godly work hours, penchant for booze, and constant sloughing her mommy duties onto him.

I’m in love with the guy (Allison’s husband).  Never has a man been so tolerant of his wife’s insanity.  We all need this.

This is how the conversation would go in my house if I were Allison:

Me bursting awake with yet another dream, breathing heavily, shaking Bill awake–”Bill.  I had another dream”  Shake, shake, shake.

Bill: “Huh?”  not waking up

Me: “I dreamed you were in danger and I can’t go back to sleep.”

Bill: “WHAT?  Quit waking me up for the love of God, I have to be on the road in three hours.”

Me: “The dream took so much out of me.  Couldn’t you let me sleep in, bring some coffee to me about 8:30, and get the kids ready for school?  Maybe pick them up and do dinner while I follow my dreams.  My dream…

Bill shooting bone-chilling look discernable even in the dark and through my bad dream haze.

Me: Is that a no?

Bill: STop talking.  Just stop talking.

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