Scene: H and I are in bed reading. Er..I’m trying to read and he’s asking inane questions over my shoulder just to annoy the hell out of me. Marriage is bliss, people!
H: Ah, the prologue. You are going to read the prologue?
Me: Um.. yes. (Scoots a few inches away)
H: And you’ll read the epilogue, right?
Me: (Sighing audibly) Yesss… I will.
H: Is there ever just like, a log or something?
Me: A log? Like the middle section?
H: Yeah, a log (he sounds it out, “log-ooh”.)
Me: Sure there is, the middle part is “log-ooh” or just log. As in, “Captain’s Log: Stardate…”
He flicks me in the ear.
