BF comes home to find me comfortably bunked down on the sofa with the remote control and a big bowl of popcorn.
BF: "What are you doing? I thought you're going out with the girls tonight."
Me: "I decided not to. I'm majorly PMS-ing."
BF: "Ha! Here is evidence that I'm always paying attention to what you say. You said you had PMS last week!"
Me, giving him a glare: "Well, yeah smart guy. Last week was pre-MS. Now, it's present-MS."
BF scratches his head and sits down by my feet: "That's the first time I've heard of that. So, how long will you be bitchy?" BF gives my calf a squeeze to show me he's joking. "I was thinking we could join A and S when they go surfing next week."
Me, feeling bitchy because he mentioned it: "That depends. I might have an attack of post-MS...Then there's post-post-MS or pre-pre-MS depending on how you want to look at it."
I feel really guilty for giving him a hard time so I scoot over and give him a big hug. :)
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