Wow, you girls are lucky...I've been told I'm painful to talk to when I'm sleepy cuz I mumble and tell stories that make no sense. My husband's all like, "Hey lady...don't sleep-talk at me, I don't have an interpreter!" And I'm like..."But it's ok because mumble mumble the flowers say mumble in the soup mumble mumble."
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I gotta go water some flowers, actually. Or potatoes. I'll be back, unless the plants attack. Again.