Sometimes I just enjoy being evil. We were watching a sitcom today and the chick was pissed because the guy didn't remember "their song." I turned to Mr. G and said, "I'll bet you don't remember "our song," do you, honey?" Poor guy starts hemming and hawwing and worse yet, GUESSING. Finally I turned to him and said, "Relax, honey. We don't even *have* a song." BWAHAHAHA!