Sleeping Russell ~ An ENGINE!

Sleeping Russell woke me up early this morning:

"What's that? He asks me.
"What?" I ask not, fully awake "What's what?
Sleeping Russell grabs my hand and holds it out flat and places something very tiny in my palm and closes my hand around it.
Afraid I'll drop whatever he just put in my hand, In my groggy state, I am thinking perhaps the ball from my lip ring has come off and he found it. Whatever was in my hand was so tiny I couldn't even feel it... I ask him again. "What is it?" I'm not sure why I thought he knew what it was when he was the first one to ask what it was, but it was almost 4am and I was half asleep myself. That is, until he told me what it was...
"It's an ENGINE!" he declares.
Finally I am awake and realise what is going on here. "An engine?"
"Mmh hm!" Sleeping Russell says, eyes wide with childlike excitement while I stare at him like he is a crazy person. Then he rolls over and goes back to sleep, and I grab my phone so I can write it all down before I forget exactly how hilarious my husband is when he is sleeping.

Sleeping Russell ~ There's a Kit for That

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!?