For Your Entertainment

An actual conversation between my husband and myself last night.

B: Hey babe? Do we have plans on the 23rd?

K: How should I know?

B: Well...do we have anything planned that day?

K: I don't know. Maybe. Maybe I'm having an egg retrieval or maybe I'll be dead. Maybe I'll get hit by a car and I'll die. I don't fucking know.

B: Okay, well do you want to hang out with Beth and Tommy that day? (our friends who we love)

K: No I don't want to fucking hang out with Beth and Tommy! I don't want to do fucking anything ever again with anyone! Ever!

B: You know this is the hormones talking, right?

K: FUCK YOU.

B: Okay, I'll tell them we'll hang out on the 23rd.

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I think I need to bake an apology cake. Holy hormone hell.