Yesterday morning, Gavin was ironing while i was eating breakfast in a disgruntled manner, (i'm sure you have no idea what i am talking about) and he said "tell me your problems and i am going to act like a black maid in the deep south." So then i said, not seriously of course "I hate you"...and he said (in a rather convincing accent, as he swiped the iron over his clean white shirt) "honey, you just need to foget about that man before he makes you unhappy." If he hadn't been a pasty red headed man i might have believed he was mammy from gone with the wind. We had just watched "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" so i think he was feeling inspired. It was hilarious.