Actually, I'm not. But I do have ESPN.
I'm also not psychic. However, today was one of those days when I wish I were. (were not was, right?) Hubster said very little to me, but kept giving me these ridiculous, glaring looks - you know the kind, they're the ones that middle school girls give one another when they're in a "fight" and not speaking.
Hon, I love you, but if you need something from me, or have expectations that I am not meeting, you need to tell me. I cannot read your mind nor your expressions.
But I do love you.