"I just like having something to look forward to", I say with a long face. "I feel a little sorry for myself."
Sitting next to me at my dining room table where we work, she gave an empathetic, half smile back to me, not really knowing what to say.
I chastise Shirey in jest for her upcoming trip to Punta Cana. It's her last Spring Break in college. I should let her enjoy this exciting time without raining on her parade.
But I don't.
"If one more person asks me what we're doing for Spring Break...What are y'all doing, Whit? Going skiing? No, bitch, I'm not."
Being positive, she reminds me that we did have a getaway at The Great Wolf Lodge recently.
I slowly cut my eyes to the right. I glare at her. Perplexed by her positivity.
Through my teeth I respond, "That. Doesn't. Count."
We get back to work.
I am thankful that she has an easy-going attitude to counter (the occasional) melodramatic me.