Me:  If we move out, when we get a house, can we put a guard shack at the end of the driveway and make Lil Miss man it to earn her keep for the summers?

DJ:  *Looks at me incredulously*  What?!?

Me:  Think about it.  She could stop anyone trying to pull into our driveway.

DJ:  Um...no.

Me:  C'mon.  Wouldn't you feel important with a guard shack at the end of your driveway?

DJ:  No.

Me:  I would.  No one else in the neighborhood would have their own personal security guard.  As long as you forget about the child labor laws.

DJ:  *head in hand*  There's something wrong with your mind.

You know, it took him long enough to figure it out.  I'm pretty sure he knew, years ago, that my brain doesn't function normally, but he finally voiced it as fact.  lol XD

    So sitting next to DJ while he's playing Final Fantasy 6,000 I hear:

DJ: What?!?  You didn't tell me I have to talk to that tree.

    God I hope he was talking to the game and not me.  Cause I have a tree picked out for him to talk to.