Guests Be Warned

Last night, Gllen and I were at dinner, discussing the house hunt, and I said to him, "You know, needing a space for your office is really gumming up the works. If we didn't have to deal with that, it would be much easier. Just sayin."

Gllen narrowed his eyes at me. "If we didn't need a guest room it would be a lot easier."

Flustered, I sputtered out, "I need a space of my own! I hate hanging out in the bedroom when I want to be by myself. How would you like having your office in the bedroom?"

He raised his brows at me, "Maybe we should have the guest bed in the bedroom."

I stared at him. "If you went to a friends house, who said, 'Yeah, you can sleep on our guest bed' and then you discovered it was in their BEDROOM, what would you do?"

We both disolved into giggles. Gllen stated, "So I think we're in agreement here. Guest bed in the bedroom."

Still laughing, I said, "Oh my god, can you imagine? What if you dad or mom came to visit? That would be sooooo wierd."

Gllen snorted, "It's a good icebreaker."

I stared at him again. "That's not an icebreaker, honey. That's throwing a glacier into the room."