Subtitle: Don't invite me to your sleepover.
When I was younger, staying the night at my friends' houses, while fun, was always stressful. I never wet the bed (thank God), but I have been known to talk in my sleep from time to time. Rumor also has it, although I really don't believe this one, that I snore. Those two things could ruin a young girl's chance at popularity.
Anyway, I still talk in my sleep from time to time. Like last night. Evidently I woke B. up and scared our dog.
For obvious reasons, I can't post a pic of the 'bad guy' that scared me during the night, but I'll link to him.