So sorry for the loss of your frenemy, Abbie. Um, yeah, anyway....
I have this problem. It's quite weird, actually. See, I've been seeing this fella. That's not the weird part. The problem is, things are going along quite nicely. That's not the weird part. I may be putting the cart before the ho, but things may not progress (if you know what I mean) because of this problem I've been having for about three months.
See, I talk in my sleep. Not only do I talk, I think I'm am acting out the whole dream. I woke up the other morning. You know, between sleep and awake state, and realized my face was all scrunched up and my arm in the air, as a last word faded from my lips. It's so damn embarrassing. I don't want to bring this nice fella home and he wakes up one morning whilst I'm reciting Hamlet over his reclining body.
I have woken up sometimes in the past with tears streaming down my face, but never have I had a one woman show. Not that I am aware of...
What do I do, Aunt Blabby?
I think you are worrying much too much about being an embarrassment. That red corset you wear may have mitigated any future blushes.
Honestly dear, men don't care, as long as things are going swell (if you know what I mean)
Thank-you for your sincere (ahem) condolences on the loss of that great know-it-, I mean, my dear, dear friend, Abbey.
By the way... change your header. It's stupid.