Sleepwalker

Hello, my name is Sarah, and I am a sleepwalker.. and talker.. and whatever else is very annoying.

When I was 8, my dad was shaving in the bathroom getting ready for nightshift and turned around to this:


Yeah. He was scared too.

That was the beginning of my forays into the realm of sleepwalking.
After a few years of wandering about creeping my parents out, I switched to a new tactic. I started sleep talking. At first it was gibberish and barely English. But as I got better at it, I could have full-out one-sided conversations with myself or whoever was foolish enough to listen.

When my grandparents stayed with my family for a few months, my sister and I shared a bedroom. Unfortunately for her, we discovered that sleep-talking is contagious. Maybe she subconsciously thought it would be rude to not answer my random questions?
Mom was not impressed. She told us on one occasion that she woke up in the middle of the night and creepy whispers were coming from our room.

Well, now that I'm married, I have a new person to torture. I probably should have warned him about my nocturnal wanderings, but I honestly thought I didn't do it anymore. But maybe I was just waiting for someone to talk to!
The other night I had a dream that a rat had crept into the room and was making angry chatters in the vicinity of my husbands "sensitive area". This creeped me out, so I flipped off the covers and made a grab for it. But I couldn't find it! And it was getting angrier and angrier. At this point, the dream was kind of scary.

Wellllll... let's just say that what was a dream for me, was reality for my poor husband. He was jarred from sleep to me ripping off all the covers and punching him in a very sensitive area. Talk about a rude awakening, eh?
Best part: I didn't even wake up, so my poor hubby had to suffer all by himself. I wonder if he was afraid of attack number 2?

My new rats

So my little mouse, Chiga, died a couple weeks ago. I was sad, so I buried her outside of my apartment building. She was a good little mouse and didn't bite or anything.

Well, I had decided that one day I would like a pet rat. So after Chig was gone, I thought that this would be the perfect time.
I researched foods, bedding, cage sizes, etc.. and found out that you really shouldn't have only one rat. This was a dilemma since my husband really really does not like rats. But I managed to talk him into it.

I went and picked out two hooded rats from the pet store. One was black and white, which reminded me of my childhood pets, and one was grey and white. The black and white was was calm as could be.. the grey one.. um. not so much.
Well, I bring them home and listen to the mini-meltdown that my husband had because they weren't very small (being almost 4 months old, they were pretty huge compared to my previous mouse) After he calmed down, he knelt beside the cage and watched them.

Husband: "The black one has sweet eyes. You should name her something nice"

I thought this was a very nice thing to say.

Then he switched his attention to the grey one...

Husband: "ARGH! The grey one has mean eyes!! Take it back!!"

Me: "What??!?! No way! You just don't like her!"
I then run over to see what the fuss is all about.. and sure enough. She has mean eyes. She looks like she's glaring at you. I was a little put off. I honestly didn't know they could have mean or sweet eyes??