Rhett: How is my little suspended ceiling tile?
Me: ::grin::
Me: I'm okay
Rhett: That is good to hear, my flight from Tokyo of cuteness.
Me: stoppit!
Me: hahah
Rhett: I am sorry, my aunt who died last week from laughing at Pauly Shore. Am I making you uncomfortable, my wig made from paintchips?
Me: you're feelin your wheaties today
Rhett: I'm feeling something, my pop-tart of blonde lovin'.