Yeah, well, I was in the middle of a post here when Ash burst into the apartment, told me to dress up because we're going for that pizza meeting we had scheduled with his friends. And I'm like, okay, let me finish this post, I had no idea it was right after work. He's like, I told you, I tell him he hasn't told me, otherwise I'd remember it and would be ready to go before he even came home. So he shot up XD Anyways, than he told me how much it costs for one person to enter the festival (there's some pizza festival tonight, but the entry's SO expensive), so I told him it's not really worth it for me to go since I will have 3 pizza slices at best. Then he told me I might be the only girl in there (another guy's gf was supposed to be there, FINALLY, we all joke she doesn't exist 'cause nobody has ever seen her so far, and they're together for 5 years or so?), because he's seen them and he saw no gf, but maybe she'll be late, he doesn't know and I'm like.... In my head, I'm calculating: It's too much money to be worth it, it'll be few hours of just sitting and being bored to death, pretending I'm having fun, I'll be all gassy and unwell from that gluten... Nah, you take my card and have fun, I'm staying home.
If he had told me the price and the gf fact before, I wouldn't have even taken the rats back into the cage and wouldn't have put my pants and sweater on and I wouldn't be all stressed out because he wa stelling me "come on, were late". He could've texted me that he's on his way, we're leaving, get dressed. Or something.
So anyways, I told him to have funa nd he's like "I'm not that sure I'll be having fun" ... ... ... Then why da quack are you going there?

Have the flippin' fun, hun.

And I'm gonna stay home and maybe watch some more pregnancy and postpartum videos
