Dane (ostensibly warming himself by the fire in the play room, but seemingly trying to get the entire stove inside his bathrobe): "I should have my own reality television show. It would be awesome."
Me: "Our reality show would be hilarious. But let's be clear from the beginning, I would be the comic relief."
Dane: "I'd be the Sharon to your Ozzy."
Me (nodding): "Uh-huh!"
Two asides on this little conversation: Dane and I have never owned a TV or seen a reality television show. On Christmas Eve, I hit my head so hard that I fell on the floor while trying to clean the toilet. I staggered to the couch and knitted in a daze for a while. Then I went back to the bathroom and I did it again. The second time my head bled. Dane finished cleaning the toilet.
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