Wednesday, September 15, 2010


On Sunday night, MBF made me dinner. As we were clearing the plates, I thanked him for dinner. I also thanked him for hanging around me when I had been complaining so much that day. "Not only do these things upset me, but then they turn me into a cranky bitch and I hate that!"

MBF was nothing but sympathetic. "No, you're not being a cranky bitch," he assured me. "And when you are being a cranky bitch, you're just venting about stuff that's bothering you, you're not being a cranky bitch to me."

I was moved, flattered, and awed.

Until MBF's roommate brought me back to reality. He was either appalled or amused. "Wait...when you are a cranky bitch!?"

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