We ordered take-out tonight. Our apartment building has an intercom system and usually the delivery guy comes inside to the apartment door. Instead this time he calls my cell phone to say he's outside. I go downstairs to meet him. The whole floor is wet and salty from the snow and I'm in my socks. I ask him, "Did you try the intercom?" "No, it's broken. I've been to this building four times today and it rings and nobody picks up." Me: "I'm pretty sure it works. Well, if it's not working, I want to tell the management." So I called my own apartment on the intercom, Fi picks up, and I say: "Hi sweetie, we're just checking that the intercom works." And give a pointed look at Mr. Delivery Man.
I came back upstairs and told Fi, "I'm such a bitch. Why do you love me?"
Fi: Cough cough... "Because you're a bitch! But don't worry, you're a good bitch."
"I'm not a rude bitch. I'm ten rude bitches in a large coat."