Mr. K: (getting ready in our bathroom)
Me: (groggy, turn over to try and sleep a little longer, throw leg over comforter because am suddenly sweltering and then...) Ahhhhhhhh! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh-my-gawd! Owwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!
Mr. K: (comes running) What?! What?! What's wrong?!!!!
Me: (thrashing around, yelling like wildebeast) Mah...mah...mah...llllllllegggggg! Crrrrraammmmmp!!! OMG! OMG! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Mr. K: Which leg? Where?! Do you need a wooden spoon to bite?!
Me: (slamming leg into comforter whilst continuing to thrash like rabid animal)
Mr. K: (pins down leg, rubs calf) Better?
Me: (after approximately 60 seconds) What the hell was that?! I think I stopped breathing momentarily.
I love, love, love Les Twinks, but boy are they wreaking havoc on my poor little body. If you have any crazy remedies for leg cramps (Katell, I remember your bar of soap in the sheets one), please for the love of Jude, pass them along!
Just added to my list of To Dos? Wooden spoon on bedside table.