B: What do you think about our anti-hunger program tonight? Me: The what now? B: You know… dinner.
Is That What You Want?
In response to his complaining about how it takes me to get ready for things… Me: Seriously? I take HALF as long as the average girl to get ready for stuff! B: Well, I don’t think in those terms, dear. Unless you want me to go live with a different girl for a month, so I can come back and be all, “Yes darling, you are so amazing! You are the best at getting ready!” Is...
Last night, on the couch. Me: So how was your day? B: Pretty rough, actually. Lots of boring meetings, and then I got a beard splinter. Me: You got a what? B: A splinter in my finger. From my beard. Me: I’m sorry… are you saying that you IMPALED your finger on a strand of hair? B: It’s a very manly beard!! Look how strong these hairs are!
Sweet and Quiet FTW.
B: You were a drunkface last night. Me: Ha, yeah. Sorry about that. B: No, you were very sweet. You just told me you loved me occasionally and then you’d snuggle. Sometimes when you’re drunk you like to talk a lot. This was better. Me: …. B: Not that your talking isn’t great. But you know… if I was ranking your drunks, quiet Rachael wins.
Me: You have cat hair in your beard. B: That’s right. All the cool kids are doing it.