No, we don't have actual bed bugs. Remember this time though? I feel the need to finish that story. When I got back to my dorm, our room was 90 degrees, literally. (Any Parks and Rec fans out there?) They turned the heat up so high so the bugs would die, then left. When I returned back to my dorm, all of my roommates were out in the hall because it was so hot and the AC was on full blast. We then spent the rest of the night sorting out our underwear in the heat because the exterminator jumbled Joice and my underwear into one bag. I felt sort of violated but it was a great bonding experience for the two of us!
Becca my other roommate was still so embarrassed about the bedbugs that she swore us to secrecy and anyone who ever asked from then on out we had to tell them it was mold. This quickly backfired a few weeks later when the boys came over and announced that our room always smelt funny and it must be the mold we had. I'll never figure out what in our room smelt funny.
Anyways, that's not what I wanted to talk about today. The other day, I woke up around three in the morning like I always do and looked around for my polar bear. My hand found something else though. Our alarm clock.
Becca my other roommate was still so embarrassed about the bedbugs that she swore us to secrecy and anyone who ever asked from then on out we had to tell them it was mold. This quickly backfired a few weeks later when the boys came over and announced that our room always smelt funny and it must be the mold we had. I'll never figure out what in our room smelt funny.
Anyways, that's not what I wanted to talk about today. The other day, I woke up around three in the morning like I always do and looked around for my polar bear. My hand found something else though. Our alarm clock.
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I thought I was dreaming and went back to sleep. Then when I woke up at four and the clock was still there. Sammy moved right then so I asked him why there was an alarm clock in our bed. He stared at it for a good long while, turned over and looked at his nightstand to make sure it wasn't sitting there even though I was holding it, then said, "That I can not tell you." He took the clock from me, checked the time, then put it back where it belongs.
I love our random middle of the night conversations. Every day in the morning we're both wondering if they actually happened and every time, they did!

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