Last night Girard and I got into this huge fight at 11:30 at night...that's always fun; being exhausted, yelling and crying. Of course the fight was about the wedding and me finding a new job...
He heard me sniffle and asked..."Are you crying?" in a really shocked voice. That certainly made things better (in case you haven't noticed, I'm having fun with the italics button). Anyway, it all worked out, we made up and today I enjoyed the side-effects of crying:
Really, really, really puffy eyes. Thank God for Origins No Puffery gel.
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Cat-
I flashed back to " Are you CRYING? There's no crying in baseball..." All boys think crying is the last ditch effort. They think we have control over the waterworks or something... sha right.
oh- I second megan's thought about make-up sex. Good times...
later dudettes-
-d
Oh my God, that's so funny...I love that movie. But I know, like I have control over my already edgy emotions...
Yes, the "making up" was very good times. Thank you, thank you very much...
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