Saturday, November 8, 2008

This morning...

...over a bowl of Cheerios:
Me: I feel like my heart is about ready to quit beating in my chest.

Irene: Like you're having a heart attack?

Me: No, like I'm tired.

Irene: You should rest.

Me: Rest? Who can rest?

Irene: Why don't you just say you're tired?

Me: It's not my style.