Last night at the McKinney-Oates’ home…
Mark: (coming in from outside) I wonder why I can deal with it being cold at night so much better than I can deal with it being cold in the morning.
Marie: Well, I think it has something to do with the state of our blood when we’re resting… or we might be vampires.
Marie: I’m not sure, but I think you might be a vampire…
Marie: Well, you have dark hair, pasty legs and you run fast. Shutup. I’m still building my case.
I got to bed first, laid down and folded my arms across my chest like a sleeping… wait for it… vampire! How did you guess?
I closed my eyes and waited for Mark, and when I heard him come through the door I started giggling.
“What’s so funny?” Mark asked as he walked in.
I opened one eye to look at him, “Can’t you tell what I am?”
“You’re a dead person?” And then he paused.
“I get it,” he said with exasperation, “You’re a vampire.”
“Ha! I’m so funny!”
“You’re such a dork.”
And this is the result of finally giving in to the crack that is the Twilight series.
God, help us all. Especially Mark.