God and Dexter Will Be The Death Of Me

I woke up with my neck in pain, the muscles protesting like old hags.  Honey Lips decided to squeeze me tightly and  slapped me twice, playfully, on my left cheek.  That pretty much set the pattern for the day.

Fast-forward to when we made up and I'm sitting on his lap.  

And he says, "I don't like it when you're pissed off.  You look ugly when you're angry."

Apparently I'm not one of those women who looks sexy with an angry face or my eyes don't twinkle.  I'll stop reading Mills & Boon! Damn...

(Hey! Don't judge me because I read Mills & Boon...those books taught me a lot - how to play hard to get, falling for rich old men are okay, fake tears always work, how to read men's eyes, - wait you don't expect me to tell you EVERYTHING I learn from M&B right?)

Me: "You got more to lose than I do when I'm pissed."

HL: "Just remember I can make you disappear if you mess with me."

Me: "Your conscience will eat you alive."

HL: "Not if you deserve to die."

Me: "No one has the right to choose when I die except GOD!"

HL: "Isn't that my name? You call me GOD everytime.  Like last night..."

Me: "Uh..."

HL: "I'll bury you alive somewhere or chop you into pieces and throw them in the ocean!"

We are big fans of Dexter! I'm thinking maybe we should dedicate more TV time watching Tool Academy!

Me: "Ah you'll get all Dexter on my ass?"

HL: "Yes I'll Dexterize you!"