sleep-walking

last night i was in a peaceful slumber when i began to hear water dripping in the vicinity. since it had been raining, i thought for sure that our roof had sprung a leak right into our bedroom. i rolled over to assess the situation but quickly realized what was actually happening. for there was stevie bevie the birthday boy, standing at attending holding his you-know-what. he was peeing. on. our. carpet! 'steven!' i exclaimed. a quicker reply there never was, and i wish there were a recording of it, but he yelped. i mean yelped (like a girl). i told him he had peed on the carpet so he turned on the light, looked the area over, and yelled "it's not wet, liz, it's not wet!" then he stormed off to the bathroom. now, i have a tendency to say some crazy things in my sleep. i've been known to wake up screaming and pointing at invisible spiders on numerous occasions. so, considering stevie's denial of the 'accident' i began to question reality. i brushed my hand lightly over the carpet-it was indeed wet. a few moments and a soaked rag later and we were back in bed. laughing. i can't stop laughing.

to think all this happened on his 28th birthday, and i get mad at nash when he has an accident!