TMI Thursday : Dutch Ovens

Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!

I have a very odd, specific way of sleeping. I start by lying on my right side with a pillow between my knees, two pillows under my head, and my left arm hugging either my teddy bear or yet another pillow. Eventually I fall asleep and roll onto my back. Not long after, I'll wake up (because I cannot sleep on my back), roll over onto my stomach, pull the covers over my head, and fall back asleep.

This makes spooning, cuddling, or any sort of cutesy-with-someone-else-in-bed crap impossible.

Moving on.

Earlier this week BDubz, Voice of God, and I had made cheddar potato soup for dinner. Apparently this particular dish does not bode well for my digestive system. The cheesy, carby goodness that I consumed was still doing some knarly things to my insides when I went to bed, but I figured I would feel better in the morning.

Then it happened.

I woke up on my back… rolled over onto my stomach… pulled the covers over my head…

and dutch-ovened myself.

(Soup mix: $7. Target Comforter: $45. Unintentionally asphyxiating yourself with your own noxious gasses: Priceless.)

PS - I posted my first work over at Nothing Rhymes with Orange... go check it out!