At night, once I've climbed into bed there is usually something I have forgotten...to close the closet door, to turn off a light, get a glass of water etc. I then have to sweetly ask Mike to do the forgotten thing for me. On Monday night, the bed time ritual was a little different:
Me: Babe? Can you do me a favour?
Mike (who was reading in bed next to me and expecting to be asked to get my eye drops): What do you need?
Me: Can you become a singer slash dancer and go on tour and make millions of women fall in love with you?
Mike (without looking up from his page): Sure.
Me: Thanks. I'd appreciate it.
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On an unrelated note, you know you're watching too much America's Next Top Model when you're out for a walk with your dog, listening to Lady Gaga's "Poker Face" and you have the strongest urge to stomp out your fiercest runway walk and strike a pose at the end of the block.
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