Sleeptalking

I have always been a sleeptalker. You know, where you talk in your sleep and then wake up the next day and have no remembrance of the conversation? Not the best talent to have, yet it hasn't ever gotten me into a bad situation.....until Friday night. We have some new friends from church that we hang out with as much as we can. Well Friday night, Brad and I being the night owls that we are, went to bed around 9:00pm. I woke up the next morning and thought I might have talked on my cell phone the night before, so I looked at the received calls on my phone. I accepted a call from a really weird number with a strange area code. I figured that it was just a wrong number and disregarded it. So later on Saturday afternoon, Brian (our friend from church), calls Brad to see if we want to watch the football game with them.....and then it hit me. Jenn (Brian's wife) called me the night before and the strange number was her's because they just moved here from Tennessee! And the only thing I can remember from the conversation was putting the phone down and asking Brad who is the heck was this "Jenn" person calling me. So then I start thinking....what did I say to our new friend?? Did I yell at her for calling me so late? Was I rude? Was I dreaming of having John Parker Wilson's baby and telling this to her? So later the next day, we went to Brian and Jenn's house so that I could explain myself and possibly apologize for going into detail about my love affair with John Parker. Jenn said that conversation went as follows:
Jenn: Hey Allison. This is Jenn. Brian and I were wondering if you and Brad would like to come over and watch the game tomorrow.
Me: Who is this?
Jenn: It's Jenn from church.
Long silence.
Jenn: Are you asleep?
Me: Of course not! Hold on......(shuffling around)....Brad! Who is Jenn?.....Brad! Wake up!.......Who the crap is Jenn?.......Umm...Jenn? Brad's asleep. I don't know. He's asleep.
Jenn: Do you want to just call me back tomorrow?
Me: Whatever, I don't know. CLICK!

So as you can see, I had to apologize and explain my 'condition' to Jenn, who was very understanding. I explained to Brad later that Jenn must have called me late because I was in such a deep sleep. I looked at my phone and she had called at 9:30pm. So the moral of my story is this: Don't call me past 8:00pm if you expect to speak with the real me. Otherwise, you might get the pleasure of speaking with my evil twin!