Snowman! – In March ’12, Robin ran into the bedroom to see why I was yelling.
“Help! I’m a snowman! I’m melting!” And yet I was sitting calmly on the side of the bed while saying this.
“Honey,” Robin said, “why don’t you go on to sleep?”
“Okay.” As I was getting situated with my CPAP mask, I began mumbling, “You know, that coyote has an awesome monster truck, but he can’t drive for shit.”