Sleeping Russell doesn't say much these days. Usually the things he says are short and not very funny, like "Did you close it?" I've tried urging him to continue. Tried to keep the conversation going. At first I just asked the obvious questions like "Close what?" he would just look at me expectantly without answering, like he didn't actually hear me, and then tell me he loves me and how pretty I am and then go back to sleep. Now my answers to questions like that are a little more creative like "No! I didn't close it and now it is full of bees!!!!" But he just looks at me like I'm crazy, and says "what?" then he carries on telling me he loves me, and that I'm pretty and goes back to sleep.
Last night I think the stress of being the one healthy person in a house full of puke this past weekend, got him to the point of some good crazy talk though.
In bed reading as usual Sleeping Russell looks up at me and lovingly places his hand on my shoulder and says:
"If they had a methamphetamine making kit I'd get it for you."
Isn't he the sweetest!?
He is very sweet! Hahaha
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