Hub was driving me to work today. It was a typical Michigan January morning. Temp was hovering around freezing and there was a thick fog enclosing everything. The trees had a layer of ice outlining all the branches. It was really quite pretty and we were companionably silent, until
Hub: "You know, it's a Cullen kind of morning."
Me: " ! " Thinking 'WTF?' "Did ... you ... just ... make ... a Twilight reference???"
Hub: "Yes, yes I did," quite proudly. "You know, it's gray and the branches are kind of twinkly. It's the kind of weather the Cullens like. A vampire-y kind of weather."
Me: "There's no sex like metro-sex."