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So I normally get up at around 2:30am to start the paper route at 3am.
Sunday morning, Hubs woke me up.
Hubs: "Um...it's 5am.*"
Me: *bolts upright* *grabs phone* "Uh...it's 2:09."
Hubs: "What? Oh, damn it, sorry."
*We're not sure if he misspoke, or I misunderstood. I heard 5am. Hubs claims he said 3am. So either he brain-burped and said 5am, or I brain-burped and heard 5am.
Sunday morning, Hubs woke me up.
Hubs: "Um...it's 5am.*"
Me: *bolts upright* *grabs phone* "Uh...it's 2:09."
Hubs: "What? Oh, damn it, sorry."
*We're not sure if he misspoke, or I misunderstood. I heard 5am. Hubs claims he said 3am. So either he brain-burped and said 5am, or I brain-burped and heard 5am.