One-man Band

The scene:

Christian and I are laying in bed. He's trying to create a 100+ point bomb to drop on our friend Linda in Words with friends. I'm not so patiently waiting for him to turn out the lights so we can go to sleep. I bring my arm up over my face so that my upper arm is resting on my eyes. It's then that I notice my breathing became obstructed.

The bat wing. Ugh.

Me:

I need to be careful when I sleep. I could die.

Christian:

What?

Me:

Look!

[places arm over face again] ::muffled::

I could smother myself in my arm fat if I'm not careful.

Christian:

Me:

This could be really dangerous. Look!

[breathes in and out, sucking bat wing into nose and mouth.]

::snnnnooooort! snuff. mmmphhhh. snnnnnoooooort::

::Cough Cough::

Oh man, I feel light headed.

Christian:

Me:

Oh MY GOD! It's like a musical instrument!

::zerberts arm skin to the tune of 'We are the Champions::

Christian:

Ummm...I'm going to sleep.

Me:

What? This is hilarious!

Christian:

Yeah...you have fun with your arm skin trumpet. I'm going to sleep.

::rolls over::

[long pause]

There's something really, really wrong with you.

Me:

::snnnnooooort! snuff. mmmphhhh. snnnnnoooooort::