A funny thing:
My
girlfriend and I were sitting on her
couch. Actually, I was sitting on the couch, she was sitting on my
lap. We were
joking around. The following silly
conversation ensued:
Kerrie: I hate you.
Me: I hate you too.
Kerrie: I'm going to break up with you. I'm never going to look at you again.
Me: You're sitting on me.
Kerrie: Yes, but I'm not looking at you.
At this point, Kerrie's mother (who was nearby, in the kitchen) burst into paroxysms of laughter and Kerrie and I gave each other a mischevious little glance and smiled. Mission accomplished.