Me and W in bed last night:
Me: Jeez, Pinterest doesn’t know me at all. It keeps sending me links to boards I’m not interested in.
W: Like what?
Me: Haute couture. Landscape architecture. Hair braiding. Math.
W: (laughs) Pinterest can’t figure you out. It’s because you’re weird.
Me: I take great offense!
W: At what? That you like to look at weird things?
For the next 15 minutes, we pretend fight. And I pretend to not talk to W. But, channeling my 16-year-old self, make huffing noises in the background.
Me: Oh my God! Pinterest just sent me 15 lactation boosting recipes.
W: (laughs) It’s probably because you like boobs so much.
Me: I like them, but I don’t want them. You know, I don’t have a Pinterest boobs board.
W: You don’t?
Me: Not yet.