sleep talking

So, Mr. B talks in his sleep. I usually wake up, reassure him quietly that the killer bunnies are all gone, and then fall back asleep. Here is a recent dreamy conversation after I returned from a middle of the night visit to the bathroom.

Mr B -- "Oh, good, it's you"
Me -- (thinking to myself, ummmm, who else would it be, it's not like there are 7 other wives involved here)
Mr. B -- "I always know it is you by your hairy legs"
Me -- "WHAT???"
Mr. B -- "It's okay, don't worry, they keep me warm"

Hey folks, my legs aren't that hairy -- just a teeny bit of stubble. I can't believe that his subconscious thinks that I have bear-like legs that are capable of enveloping him in a wooly hug. Sheesh.
Here's a picture of the offensive legs. Or cuddly bear legs.And how about one of my new super cute haircut, while I'm at it!