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I have the sweatshirt. Finally. I am now going to celebrate by sleeping in it.

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I know, total sapfest, but I had to share this.

Tonight the PMS-bitchmonster came out to play. This was the first time J. had met said bitchmonster, and he acquitted himself admirably. The highlight of the evening:

Me: You're such a pain in the ass sometimes!
Him: Why?
Me: You're always happy! How can you be so happy all the time?
Him: I'm not happy all the time. Just all the time when I'm with you. That's the best part of my day.
Me: Oh. *pause* Nice one.
Him: Yeah. I thought so.

I almost burst into tears right there. Damn hormones.

The other highlight of the evening:

Me: So if we break up, are you going to take me to court and challenge my custody of the sweatshirt?
Him: You're damn right I am. I love that sweatshirt.
Me: Okay, you can have it weekends and holidays.
(both burst out laughing)
Lady on the bus: You laugh, but you'd be surprised at how often that actually happens.

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"sometimes I suspect I have mistaken the meaning of every word"
--Catherine Hunter, "Mess"