domestic horror

This morning Patty and I were lying in bed trying to wake the hell up.

I was being a brat about something and she said, "You're mischevious."

"You betcha," I replied.

And then we stared at each other. In complete and total horror.

"No no no. I was not being Sarah Palin," I said.

She starts laughing.

"I just want to qualify that. I wasn't! It was me being all, I don't know, golly-gee-whiz and American, but not Sarah Palin. Ever. Really. Not in our bed!"

Patty continues to laugh at me.

"Okay, if you must know, that came from the Torchwood/Jack part of my brain, which, I get might be something you didn't need to hear, but it wasn't Sarah Palin!"

"I'm so glad, baby," Patty says, continuing to laugh her ass off at me.