I have the most bizzare dreams, and frequently speak in my sleep as well. Vin gets a kick out of this, especially when what I utter makes no sense at all (like the time I cried out that my nephew Christopher had drunk all the salad dressing).

So it seems that early this morning I told Vin that “I have never been pancake jumping, even though I told [him] that I had; I just wanted to clear that up.”

Got me.