“I haven’t put on weight. Your eyes are fat.”

Some of us might lay awake at night waiting for the inspiration of our next greatest success to strike.  For Karen Slavick-Lennard, she lay awake listening to her mild-mannered husband, Adam, become a potty-mouthed, egotistical philosopher while he slept.  Karen admits that she would initially listen and giggle as Adam would fire out his — sometimes saucy — nuggets of unconscious wisdom.  And after months of listening — and still giggling — to his zany pillow-talk, Karen started writing down his musings and then moved on to recording him with a voice activated recorder, when her own sleep began to suffer.

Karen started a journal of his nocturnal ramblings for their family and friends at http://www.sleeptalkinman.blogspot.com/ and it wasn’t long before the blog, connected to a twitter account, went viral.  Her blog-site now sells t-shirts, mugs, ringtones, aprons, bags, mouse pads, and pretty much anything else you may want with her husbands after-hours “greatest hits” printed on them.   

A few of my favorites include; “Don’t leave the duck there. It’s totally irresponsible. Put it on the swing. It’ll have more fun.’  And of course, “I’m telling you: your voice, my ears. A bad combination.”  And my all-time favorite, “Vampire penguin? Zombie guinea pigs … we’re done for.”

Check out the blog and sign up for a daily dose of his cheeky chit-chat, but be warned — there is a very STRONG language warning.  He speaks with reckless abandon and uses every colorful adjective available to the uncensored mind.

I predict an upswing in market sales this quarter for voice activated recorders!


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