A text message from yesterday:
W: Do you want to go to Rocky Horror on 11/18?
W: Talking to J about getting tickets.
Me: I feel like I will be grumpy and annoyed, but I will go if you really want me to go.
W: Well that sounds like fun.
Me: You are a lucky woman, W.
W: Oh so lucky.
Me: I’m sorry
W: No worries. I got a ticket for you. J told me to.
Me: That’s my grumpy face.
W: That’s my happy kiss face.
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The moral of the story? Find a partner who is adept at handling your bullshit with a smile and a kiss.