While JD and I were eating breakfast, Made: Cheerleaders ended and My Life as Liz started. Within 30 seconds I had decided it was not the show for me. Then, her iPhone started ringing.
Me: I don't want to watch this show. I don't like it. I don't like 17 year olds with phones I can't afford.
JD: I like that she's driving a $40,000 car and talking on her iPhone.
Me: SHE'S DRIVING A 40 TOUSAND DOLLAR CAR?!?! I CAN'T WATCH THIS! Please, please, please, please, please boyfriend, love me and go find the channel changer?!
At this point, I should note, that the teen girls have a secret handshake that involves sound. So while I am screaming in agony about the crappiness of this show, my boyfriend is tweaking my nipples and poking me all about making lazer noises.
Me: Tagen... why is your face wet??? Don't chase after her! Think about your wet face!
JD: Oh, Girlfriend, I spilled coffee on my face.
(There is a cupcake sized wet spot on his shirt)
Me: Oh, honey, it's ok. I spill stuff all the time. It's ok if that shirt gets ruined.
JD: .... That was a real bitchy comment.
Me: No it wasn't! I was rubbing your leg. That makes it not bitchy. It was a gentle nudge.
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