Setting: I'm stuffing my face with baby carrots after dipping them in bleu cheese dressing.
Me: I hate you for introducing me to bleu cheese. I was perfectly happy with my fat-free ranch til you came along. Now, I must have the bleu cheese.
Him: They make a light version of it.
Me: Nah, it's not that much "lighter". If I'm gonna eat it, give me the real stuff.
Him: (looking into the distance with unfocused eyes) Yeah, kinda like yesterday when I picked up that 90 year old hooker... If you're gonna get a hooker, may as well make it an experienced one.
Me: :blink: :blink:
Him: Hey! You look really skinny over there!
But the compliment did not ease the disturbed feeling that he'd just given me.
How could I not adore a man who utters such sweet nothings?
After Sweety got up for work this morning at 5:30 I couldn't get back to sleep. And I know I'm tired because I'm feeling goofy.
But I have made some important decisions while lying awake and petting the fur off the littlest canine. I called Sweety to let him know I'd really like a Nintendo Gamecube bundle with Mario Party 7 (I saw this on sale in the store for 99.99, by the way). And I figured out how to make an eye-patch for Mr. Snagley's blind in one eye chicken, Fuzzy Britches. I almost want to get my own herd of blind chickens just so I can watch the sun glint off their tiny, jeweled eyepatches while they wander around the yard. I do some of my best thinking when I'm sleep deprived.