At 3:00 AM I am awoken by my sheer excitement to flee the city for a girls overnight in St.Louis. While trying so hard to go back to sleep I hear Scott growling and grinding his teeth. This is a sure sign of either exhaustion or he has taken a full dose of Ambien, and not the half dose I beg of him. He followed up the growling and teeth grinding with mostly incoherent babbling. Except this morning he raised his voice pretty loud and said "I've got your grass right here!" I laughed out loud at how silly he sounded. He reminds me of the old hound dog from Cinderella when he sleeps.
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