That's Not Nice

When I woke up this morning, Fidel asked me if I had a busy day planned at my boating school. Being that I just woke up, I was confused for a minute and then I figured out he was calling me Mrs. Puff. My next thought was that I need to lose some weight if my husband was calling me a damned pufferfish but then, seeing the crazy firing up in my eyes, he explained that I was puffing in my sleep. If you say so, buddy.