So this morning, a brief conversation with Jeff as we walked into our building. Some history: Jeff has had to protect himself from the onslaughts of food I tend to hurl at him. We've come to a fairly peaceable agreement where I just keep sugar-free creme savers and sugar-free butterscotch candies in my office for his visits.
Me: I would just like to say that I am armed today with chocolate chip cookies. I'm just sayin'.
Jeff: Why do you have them.
Me: Because I made a batch and others need to consume them so I don't eat them all.
Jeff: *slightly reproachful* Which leads to the question, why did you make chocolate chip cookies, eh?
Me: Because I was PMS'd, okay? When you have ovaries, you can talk.
Jeff: Ooo, shut down!
Me: That's right! Hah! I can always play the menstrual card!
Some days it pays to bleed.
Me: I would just like to say that I am armed today with chocolate chip cookies. I'm just sayin'.
Jeff: Why do you have them.
Me: Because I made a batch and others need to consume them so I don't eat them all.
Jeff: *slightly reproachful* Which leads to the question, why did you make chocolate chip cookies, eh?
Me: Because I was PMS'd, okay? When you have ovaries, you can talk.
Jeff: Ooo, shut down!
Me: That's right! Hah! I can always play the menstrual card!
Some days it pays to bleed.
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