Conversation

During my family vacation, my sister Abby and I shared a queen sized bed. The worst part was her thrusting her knee into the small of my back one night--it wasn't her fault; she had an upset, crampy stomach. Abby is an actress and makeup artist, among other things. One morning while sleeping in we had the following conversation:

Abby: Last night I was looking at your mouth, and you know what I noticed?

Me: (groggily) What?

Abby: Your lips have a really nice shape. We should play with makeup sometime, you know?

Me: Oh. I thought you were going to say 'Last night I was looking at your mouth, and you know what I noticed? You sleep with your mouth open all night. And you drool.'