It's been a weird couple of weeks at my house. Luckily, my husband and I are both weird, so we make do. Scene: Natalie is limping around painfully, having 2 swollen ankles from a hive move gone badly in too-thin socks. She walks by David at the computer. David: How ya doing there? Nat: Ouchy. It hurts. David: Well sit down, before we have to put you down like National Velvet. Nat: ... David: ... Nat: Did you just call me a horse? David: Um. No...I meant...because your ankles are lame...like...um...I meant you're beautiful like Liz Taylor. Nat: Nice save. Scene: Natalie is standing at the craft table, which has 3 mannequin heads on it, all painted blue, she's holding a 4th, painting it blue. David: *walks in* David: *looks at mannequins on table* Nat: *looks at David sheepishly* They're for the website. David: *goes back to bed, mumbling about it being too early in the morning for a Mr. Manhattan fan club* Scene: Natalie is on a hospital bed in the ER, having just gotten an EKG, the sensor stickers have been left on her chest because they will be doing more of them. David comes in, having been doing paperwork. David: How are you doing? Nat: I'm okay. My boobs are covered in weird stickers. David: Just like Friday night! Nurse: That was...not the response I was expecting.