Not even going

So me and Knute were just talking because I was supposed to have made him a list of whatever I wanted to take to Luxembourg, but I didn't. So he just came in the Master Suite and goes, "Cups, what's wrong?" I guess it's not like me not to want to take a trip. So I was like, "I feel icky." I was actually just lying here on the bed with my head hanging off the edge because sometimes that makes me think better. So he's all like, "Maybe you need to sit up." So I did and then I got dizzy, so Knute made me lie down flat. So then he's all like, "Why are you icky?" And I was like, "I don't know. I just am. I don't even want to go to Luxembourg. I just want to stay here and sleep." So he was all, "Is it the weather?" And I go, "yeeeaaaaaa..." Then Knute is all, "Is it your Number One Boyfriend?" And I could totally tell by the way he said it that he mentally capitalized it, so I was like, "No capitals." And Knute was like, "Huh?" I said, "Don't capitalize it." Well, you would have thought I was totally speaking a foreign language because he looked so blank." He goes, "Capitalize what?" And I go, "Number One Boyfriend." And he's all, "Okaaaaaaaaaaaaay. What are you talking about?" And I go, "He doesn't deserve to be capitalized anymore." Well, I don't see what the problem was, but Knute was having issues with the whole conversation, so I just totally changed the subject. Anyway, we aren't going to Luxembourg, I'm going to stay in bed all weekend and sulk, whatever that means. That's what Knute suggested, he's all, "I bet you'd feel way better if you just sulked." So I'm totally going to do that, even though I don't know what that is. I hope it's like shopping or getting a facial!