Having decided that I really needed to be better co-ordinated on Farmville so that I only need visit once or twice a day (instead of many) meant some late night milking of cows which Hubby, thankfully, suggested he do.
This done, we both settled for the night, only to awake, both of us needing to 'spend a penny' (yes, we have synchronised bladders in this house). On looking at the bedside clock, I discovered, to my dismay, it was only 2.06 a.m. - isn't it annoying when you think you have been asleep forever only to discover it's only been a couple of hours?
Anyway, I digress. Both of us settled again, I found myself saying "I've decided (for some reason Hubby's heart always sinks when I utter these words - I can't imagine why) we aren't doing anymore late night farming"
"Why?" he asks, feigning interest and already half asleep.
"Because all night, in my dreams, I've been getting you to milk cows and collect eggs. Now I'm even nagging you in my sleep." I admitted.
Well, I suppose you have to play Farmville to fully appreciate what I'm saying - it's amazing how quickly these things can take over if you let them.