Tonight's another one of those nights. I get tired, I get in bed, and then I lay there blinking, thinking inane thoughts, NOT sleeping. It's been happening every 6 weeks or so not and it's not my favorite game. And tonight I was feeling especially sorry for myself because I have a cold, and I'd like to get better. Word on the street is that sleep helps with that business.

So there I was, wide awake and moping about how sad my life is when all of a sudden, my husband (who is occasionally prone to talking in his sleep) rolls over and says quite matter of factly, "50 Nifty United States." He then shifts a little to get comfy, but is sure to add, "And 13 original colonies."

I started laughing so hard, I had to get out of bed so as to not wake him. I guess insomnia has its benefits every now and then.