Me: So what's your story? Are you working late tonight?
Eric: Maybe a little. Then I'm coming home to make you feel like a woman.
Me: Wow, how do you plan on doing that??
Eric: Tell you to cook me something and then make you clean up my shit.
As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Man, I Feel Like A Woman
An email exchange between my husband and I yesterday:
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