I'm Psychotic. I Have ESPN.

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.