Phone call while eating my lunch:
(ordinary chatting and then this)
Me: Did you sleep well?
Her: I did. Sorry I passed out. I didn't realize I was so tired.
Me: Uh huh. Whatever Miss. You fall asleep at my house so often I'm starting to worry that you find me boring.
Her: I do not! (laughter)
Me: Do not what? Fall asleep at my house often or think I'm boring?
Her: Either! Both!
Me: Please! The bed in that room used to be my extra closet. Because of your Nic-induced narcolepsy I've got laundry all over my room instead. You ruined my organization.
Her: (more laughing and a change of subject) I was so tired I don't even remember going to bed.
Me: You didn't "go" so much as you were carried.
Her: (silence for 30 seconds) You carried me upstairs?
Me: Yeah? I thought you'd be uncomfortable sleeping in a chair the whole night. That a problem?
Her: You
carried me?
Me: I'm strong that way. You should see me. I'm flexing now. (sitting at my desk with my feet up, drinking coffee and unwrapping the second of a 2 Milky Way lunch)
Her: Wow! I better put some weight back on. I'm kidnappable now!
coffee - spit -
