Last night, Didgeridoo Boy tried one of the new, (I am assuming) limited edition flavors of Mountain Dew. The green one, to be exact, that tastes like fizzy sweetened lime with a hint of the peel. Anyway, he was working on his Alien model, and planned to listen to Coast to Coast AM when I went to bed.
We had a few beers in the refrigerator, and I should have realized those were being done away with when I smelled cigarette smoke coming from the living room around 3am. That's not supposed to happen, but I was to sleepy to bother with getting up and saying anything about it. Honestly, having a couple of drinks and slipping up with regards to having a cigarette in the house isn't so bad - I mean, there are always things that could be much, much worse. Yes, I was pissed off when I had to clean up after him, but that was before I'd had my coffee.
Before I headed downstairs, though, I had to deal with Didge's sleepy adventures. Actually...before THAT, I had to deal with him collapsing on the bed so hard that he bounced the dog and me into the air. A few hours after that, Didge began to holler. Nothing specific word-wise, just general hollering, lots of "WHA's" and "HUH's:, with the occasional "NOG". I decided to hold off a bit on getting up, as the situation proved interesting. He got REEEALLY active, thrashing around a bit, and hollering a little bit more. And then he said, and I quote, "Yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyoyooooo...". You figure that one out. Imagine the trololo song being rapped. He then thrashed around hard enough to substantially whack his hand into the wall, and shouted, "Owwwwwwwwwwwwww!"
Just a couple of minutes later, he was up. He walked, stork-like, across the hall to the bathroom and straight into the bathroom counter. Right up to the right-hand sink, to be exact.
Care to hazard a guess as to what Didgeridoo Boy did then?
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