"You're thinking about something. I can tell by the way you're breathing."

The scary thing is, Rob was right when he said that - I was thinking about something. And by "something" Rob and I both meant not the broad "there is any thought in your brain" but a kind of "something" that usually makes boyfriends go "uh-oh . . . it's going to be one of those conversations." Only this time I hadn't had any plans to speak up, or for that matter any urge to speak. We were curled up on the couch and as I was in that hazy not really sleeping land, I was beginning to think about summer jobs. Its so ridiculously freaking _______ that he could tell just by the way I was breathing!

But it made me laugh, and it made me reflect on just how well he really does know me. Although, in fairness, he's aided by the fact that I am notoriously transparent. But still - it wasn't even the look on my face or the tone of my voice . . . it was my breathing!!