The Grand -- If you cut me, I would shine. - the conversation i was having in my head

Before coffee

I woke up with a splitting headache, which is, thankfully, rather unusual (Jason, unfortunately, is more the headache-haver in our household). Though I wanted to stay in bed, Jason convinced me that it would be better for my head if I got up and around. So he came downstairs to read, and I grudgingly followed. When he was done, I curled up on his lap, and we had what I thought to be a moment. Our conversation was thus:

Me: I hurt.
Him: I know. I wish you didn't.
Long pause.
Me: What are you doing?
Him: I'm just looking at you.
Me: Are you thinking how much you love me?
Him: I'm looking at the bags under your eyes.

Well, that's honest.

Posted by Renae at November 28, 2006 09:45 AM