I felt kind of cruddy today.
As Terrance passed by the bedroom, he inquired:
"yeah", I said, "I am either ovulating or you have perforated my uterus..."
He stops and pops his head in the door.
"EWWWWWW! I don't need to know about your female Issues!"
"Good Christ - Did you just refer to ovulation as a Female issue? What next? Referring to my period in hushed tones as "lady problems"? Building me a hut so as not to infect you with my "evil humours"?"
Terrance rolls his eyes and walks away.
I yell after him "I'll get the sheet ready so you can cover me up while we're having sex so you don't offend my delicate nature and blind me with the sight of your manhood!".
Boys are so silly.