"I met the neighbors." We were laying in our bed in our master suite, might I add. We were both reading.

"I figured."

"Why are you so unhappy today?"

"Because I don't like it here. Do you realize that I have to wake up every morning to the sun? I hate the sun!" I just laughed at him. "What?"

"Do you know how ridiculous that sounded?"

"Well, it's true! I grew up in a cage that didn't have sunlight. I used to live in a cave under the opera house. Now I live in a sauna!"

"It's not that bad. And plus, a sauna is heat, not light."

"Well, I don't care. Is the organ moved in yet?"

"I don't know, why?"

"I just need to play something."

"Your violin is in the kitchen on the table."

"Why can't I play the organ?"

"Fine! Go ahead! Play the darn organ!" I rolled over and pretended to go to sleep. He just laid there. "Okay, you win. I'm sorry."

"Finally I win at something!" The last few days we had been playing card games while on the way to the house. He lost every single one. So much for a genius. Neither one of us was mad at the other for real. It was kind of like a game I guess. We were just two 4 year olds wanting to have some fun. Well, one 4 year old and some old mature 98 year old. That's how he acted anyway.

"Do you want anything? I'm going down the beautiful stair case the gorgeous kitchen."

"No. Yes… No." He said finally deciding. "Wait. Yes. I do want something."

"What do you want, oh fickle husband of mine?"

"Cheese."

"You want… cheese…"

"Yes."

"Okay. My husband has gone nuts," Normally I wouldn't think that that was odd, just the way he said it made me laugh.

"I have not. I'm just in the mood. No wait. I want a cooked cheese sandwich with Bacon. And Flavored chocolate ice."

"Alright! One order of a grilled cheese heavy on the pig and a chocolate shake coming right up."

"What?"

"That would be American food, love."

"Well then American food wasn't really invented by the American's. It was invented by me!" He looked so proud. It was hilarious. And this chapter is getting no where so I think it's time to end. I stabbed myself with a knife today. I was poking holes in a tin lid for the kids I baby sit and I had to stab it hard so it would go threw. I missed and stabbed my hand. I didn't cry err nothing. Lol but it did go really deep and it screwed up my muscle. So now I can't pick anything up with my left hand. But I can type just fine. Lucky for you! That was my random story of the week plus it just added length to this totally pointless, totally bad chapter. The end.