(after we'd said our prayers, talking about our days, tucked ourselves in and are just about to fall asleep)
ED: Goodnight babe. I love you. I'll see you in the morning.
Me: I love you too. (a few moments of silence). Babe, I almost prayed for the Rockies. They probably feel so bad right now.
ED: (stifles laughter directed toward his strange wife who, BTW, hates baseball).
PS: ear doctor is home sick today in bed. He looked so tired and awful this morning that I made him call in to work and tell them he wasn't coming. I feel even worse for him than I do for the Rockies.