Loving someone to the death...

I felt really domesticated tonight. When Brian got home, we started cooking dinner together and spent about 30 minutes in the kitchen talking and cooking. I thought it was really romantic and it kinda felt like a date. I think that's one of the best parts of being in a relationship--just being together.

Brian and I also did laundry tonight. As we were doing it, I asked him, "If a gunman told you that either my brother Russell or me had to die, who would you choose?" Almost without hesitation, he said that he'd have the gunman kill Russell. I told Brian that I would make him choose me and I'd probably force the gunman's hand to save the other two.

Then I asked him if he'd have the gunman kill me or his mother. Again, without hesitation, he responded with my name. I told him that if I had to choose, I would have to pick my mother because I know that is what she would want.

Am I the only person who thinks of really crazy scenarios? Brian thinks I'm nuts, but I think those scenarios say a lot about a person.