{90 minutes before we’re about to leave to watch the greatest show on Earth… or at least in Toronto last night… this happened}

Me: “Why aren’t you eating the mango chicken?”

She: “What?… I am eating the mango chicken.”

Me: “Um, no… you have like, the whole thing on your plate.”

She: {pissed} “Why are you watching me eat?!”

Me: “Because. Because, you told me to order you mango chicken and now you don’t even eat it. Shit Ashley… so annoying.”

She: “$&%# you, Sandy… don’t pressure me to eat mango chicken ok?”

Me: “Well, I’m just saying that it’s annoying when you don’t eat… you SHOULDN’T HAVE ASKED ME TO ORDER IT THEN.”

She: “Fine! I’ll GIVE YOU 20 BUCKS THEN… crazy.”

Me: “Crazy? $&%# you! Don’t call me crazy in MY HOUSE {insert power trip here} And I don’t want your money loser… JUST EAT THE MANGOFUCKINCHICKEN, ok? YOU EAT LIKE A BIRD… it annoys me!”

She: “I don’t care! Screw you!”

Me: “Screw me? Screw YOU!”

{I storm out of the room. At some point, we both end up on the couch, watching TV. Silence coats the room. then…}

BBM msg Me: Sorry. You hurt my feelings, too. Don’t tell me off in my house. I’m serious.

BBM msg She: {a smile cracks} Hahaha I’m sorry for telling you off. Don’t treat me like I’m 12 and we’ll make a deal not to irritate each other.”

BBM msg Me: Ok.

And then we went to watch Lady GaGa perform.

The End.