We are listening to my iPod while in the car. Nick likes pointing out when a given song that I have ripped is from his library. "Lady in Red" starts playing, and he's all, "You took that from me!"

I question aloud, "Why would anybody have an entire album from Chris De Burgh anyway?"

"THAT'S HOW WE HAD TO DO IT WAY BACK WHEN."

After turning in my DNA homework, I yell to Nick downstairs,

"Does it scare you that I am so good at BS?"

"No, because I know when you are bullshitting."

(to myself, reviewing the breadth of my Biology writing assignment:)

"Well it scares me."

I begin my next block of classes today, and among them is a science class. I was twitchy and stressed out last night as I reviewed the course syllabus. Science is my poorest subject, easily. I voiced my concerns aloud and Nick replied, "What grade do you have to get to get reimbursement?" I replied that I needed a "C" or better. "Aim for a C." And with that, he turned back to the television.

Laura: "Don't you just love that basket!? All of the books and magazines are tidy under the coffee table now!"

Nick: "It's a basket."

Laura: "Yeah, but don't you think it looks really nice there?"

Nick: "I'm a guy. It's a basket."

Laura: "I got it on clearance! It was $37.99 marked down to $7.49!"

Nick: "I love the basket."

Nick and I went to see Superbad last night. I had wanted to see it as more and more I am finding Jonah Hill ridiculously funny. Nick had good recommendations on it from a friend at work, a friend who said that if we enjoyed Knocked Up (we did), we would LOVE Superbad (we did).

The final credits began rolling and we stood up, Nick saying, "That might be good enough to own."

I agreed, adding, "I wanna get Knocked Up." The heads of the people in the rows ahead of us twitched in our direction.

Nick, sounding somewhere between a rooster and Gilbert Gottfried, screamed, "WHAT!? We need to talk about this!"

"Mommy! It's been a looooong time and I'M STILL BORED!"

"Put your dress down, Honey."

That little girl is going to be a lot of fun in college.

"I bought stamps at work today," I began conversationally with Nick.

"Thank God." We were on our last. "You can buy stamps at work!?"

"Well, from the ATM machine."

"You have an ATM machine at work!?"

"Apparently."

"How many did you get? I usually buy 100 when I buy stamps."

I know all too well, as he bought a roll of 37¢ stamps in 2005 that we're just now finishing up. In case you're not aware, the cost of U.S. post has seen two increases since the 37¢ days, and I find the addition of those two 2¢ stamps quite telling of people that should never buy stamps in mass quantity.

After a week of rain, we have a sunny stretch before us. This morning's newscasters were so excited, and Jeff reminded, "You know what they say about April Showers!" Then, continuing on, "But do you know what May Flowers bring?" At the silence, he cheered, "PILGRIMS!"

"I was in the lounge reading during my lunch break...and suddenly couldn't remember if it was Thursday or Friday," I admit, twirling a telling strand of ash-toned hair.

My friend looks to my flaxen mane, compliments of Jean down at Genesis Hair and Day Spa (PROPS TO JEAN!), and surmises, "You may have more fun, but you also have more idiocy." I remain silent as I decide that maybe I should keep things like forgetting what day it is to myself. My friend walks by my desk with a flip of her highlighted ginger locks, throwing over her shoulder, "I'm only a streaky idiot."

My dander good and up, I toss back over the row of cubicles, "Yeah!? Well at least I'm consistent!"

So there.

Come away with me and I will write you a song, my cell phone croons from the table. I stop what I am doing to answer. "Hello?"

"Good morning, Dear!"

"Nick, it's afternoon."

"I know, but you probably just woke up."

Offended and put out, I negate, "I was cleaning the kitchen!"

Immediately, he becomes defensive. "Oh, because I made dinner last night?" he hisses.

"No! I cleaned the kitchen last night, too."

"Oh," he continues, less edge in his voice, and I swear I can hear him think, "because I ate lunch at home?"

"Pretty much."