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.
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.