I: Last night I dreamed of a red hibiscus.
He: Last night I dreamed of a red hibiscus.
when he was working too hard, too long, the children had driven him crazy, and he stormed upstairs, leaving me standing with my eyes closed and head bowed in our tiny kitchen:
I, thinking: Dear Lord Almighty, he needs to get a life.
feet thundering on the stairs, through the dining room, butler's pantry, into the tiny kitchen, he grabs me by my shoulders, looks into my eyes, and says: I NEED TO GET A LIFE.
(while watching Cube Zero ):
I think: This is Lost without the airplane.
He says: This is Lost, only with cubes.
I: Look at this website.
He: She seems to be having a good time with her blog.
I: She makes me laugh. I want to write funny like her. I think: except I can’t, I’m too damned sincere.
He: You can’t. You’re too sincere.