The non-BF seems to think I am stuck in the 80s. I do occasionally make references to things that happened in the last ten years.
I should never, ever go shopping when I am “feeling FAT.” I’ll buy something four sizes too large just because I had too much to eat at lunch. Case in point: In Hawaii, I bought this cool bamboo shirt (yes, bamboo) and I really liked it. However, I bought it in a size a bit too large. Me: That girl checking us out thinks I’m fat because I bought a XXL in this shirt. The non-BF: NO, that girl checking us out thinks you’re psychotic because you bought a XXL, AND because you are talking about her like she isn’t there.
This is why the non-BF refuses to go shopping with me anymore. This, and because I tend to sweep through shops like I’ve won a five minute shopping spree. He always has to hold the bags.
P.S. The bamboo shirt could alternate as a mini-dress. I must have been slightly tipsy when I bought it.
Just found out that the non-BF solicited musical suggestions from my dear Bunny for some event at work. Me: Why didn’t you ask ME to help? The non-BF: Because I didn’t want a playlist consisting entirely of Duran Duran and Stone Temple Pilots. Me: Like that would be so awful?
Who wouldn’t like a little Simon Le Bon and Scottie in their daily diet?
I am trying the Tanqueray & Vomit slushee tonight. Wish me luck!