Phone conversation between Clancy & I yesterday afternoon:
C: Hi babe. Do you remember getting up in the middle of the night last night?
M: (Chuckling) No. What did I do?
C: You walked over to the window, the shades were still pulled down, and you made this ... noise ... you know like the one you made yesterday when you swallowed the ice cube*. You stood there for like 30 seconds or so. I kept saying "What? What?" but you didn't respond. Then you crawled back in bed and I asked again "What is WRONG with you?". And you told me "You wouldn't understand."
The last time I sleepwalked was when I was six years old, so I found this pretty amusing. Clancy ... not so much. He now believes that he needs to hide his pocket knife so that I don't unknowingly try to kill him in his sleep. Come on, I'm harmless ;)
*Yes I'm a dumbass and swallowed an ice cube while at Cedar Point on Sunday. It hurt like hell and felt like glass - I am SO NOT exaggerating.