Scene - Monday night. Craig and I are sitting on the couch and I have just raised my head from his shoulder (where it was studiously involved in staring at him lovingly). He huffs and pulls two of my (long long long and annoying) hairs off his sleeve.
Me : What? I like staking my claim
Craig : Yea, and you complain about my mess. You're a hypocrite.
Me : Apricot?
Craig : Yea you're a Leprechaun
Me : ... I said Apricot
Craig : You're still a leprechaun.
I see now why my family doesn't believe my claim to sanity.