Scene: The living room. Me on the laptop, Mike in the chair across the room, arms over his head, eyes shut.
Me: (I hear faint snoring-like noises.) Mike? Are you sleeping?
Mike: No, I’m awake.
A few minutes pass. Snoring sounds increase.
Me: Mike. You are snoring.
Mike: Yes, and I’m still working out barbecued meats in my head.
Me: What? Ok, so you’re asleep, snoring, and yet you’re trying to claim to be just thinking about meat?
Mike: Yes. I may have been snoring, but that was what I was thinking about.
Me: I am so blogging this.
See? This is what happens when you read cookbooks like they are novels, especially right before you go to sleep. I still can’t believe he tried to claim to not be sleeping, while clearly snoring. Right…