And have yourself a merry little Christmas...

This morning before Christmas shopping I lay in bed popping all of the things I pop: my knuckles, my ankles, my knee, complaining. "When I was thirteen, I broke this one toe on my left foot, and it hurt like a bitch, but it also was really fun to see how much it could hurt, and after a while it healed but it didn't heal the right way, it healed with a big bump on the knuckle. It's so much fun to pop! Except you have to get it at the right angle. And sometimes it won't pop no matter what! I hate that!"

Boyfriend rolled over and considered me for two seconds, and finally said, "Deep thoughts, Salty. Deep thoughts." And then he rolled over.