Sometimes my husband thinks I'm completely insane. I just know it. In his defense, the thought is probably justified.
Me: Hey, what’re you thinking about?
Ed: Nothin’. I dozed off. What are you thinking about?
Me: Nothing. I dozed off, too.
Me (excitedly): And I dreamed about this girl who was wandering around naked at a party and getting attacked by vampires.
Ed: *sigh* That’s weird.
Me: Are you surprised?
Me: Why not?
Ed: It’s what you do.
Me: Why is that what I do?
Ed: I don’t know. I don’t know why you do these things.
Me: It’s because I’m Batman.