Rosanne has always surprised and amazed me with off-the-wall things that she says. Regular readers of Wrights Lane well remember numerous stories about her ability to give words a new/wrong twist. I have likened her to comedian Norm Crosby, the master of malapropism.
She has been on an extremely heavy dose of medication this past year in an attempt to counteract and minimize the effects of a severe case of colitis. She is currently on a program designed to gradually wean her off the drug Prednisone and it is causing her to be constantly exhausted. In other words, she sleeps a lot...and dreams a lot.
When she wakes up from numerous sleeps throughout the day, it is often as if she is still in a dreamland state. Sometimes she is annoyed because she has been unable to finish a particularly engrossing dream.
The other day when she awoke from a lengthy nap in her recliner chair, she was typically bleary-eyed but had a satisfied smile on her face. "What are you smiling about?" I asked.
"I was making you happy," she replied.
"You were making me happy? I repeated.
"Ya...You were so happy!" she said as if reinforcing the reason for the smile that was still on her face.
I chose not to ask for further details. Some things are better left to the imagination.