After peeing every 15 minutes all day I ended up a bawling mess on the toilet last night. When Joe asked what was wrong all I could say was "The pee! All of the pee!"
Then, at midnight when I hoisted my fat ass out of bed to visit the toilet he asked "Where are you going?"
Grasping at every rational response I could think of I replied:
"WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK I'M GOING?"
Joe: "I'm sorry."
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I love it when you say things to me that reinforce me positively. So...carry on then, do that thing. Lastly, capital hat!