"It's OK, I understand, really I do ... no its' OK, sure go ahead, kick those muddy boots off onto my cream colored carpet, I DO understand. Oh don't worry about the sticky orange juice you just spilled on the kitchen floor because your arms are flying in the air as you rant about how dumb guys are. Go right ahead, drop F bombs as you really are the only female in the world that suffers from cramps."
"I confess, it must be me that shrunk your jeans, it's not bloating. Darn it, I must have put them on an inferno setting in the dryer ... please forgive me. What? I forgot to get Oreo's to top the chocolate ice cream drowning in Hershey's syrup? Well it's only 11:00 at night, I could get dressed and run out to Meijer's for you! No that's not a pimple, it must be dirt spots on the mirror ... here, let's get out of this dirty bathroom!"
Hey Cait, there is a new diner in town ... PLEASE check it out: