Last night I went to significant others mothers birthday dinner. Just the local pub meal, standard. Naturally, she picked at what I ate and told me I are "too neat". Now just what that means exactly I am unsure. Porterhouse steak- cremated, 2 chickens in pajamas, and one veal parmigiana were ordered by them. I had a roast vegetable arancini, purely because I like arancini, not because I am a vegetarian which they are fully aware of but still decided to nitpick at my meal choice regardless.
Conversation actually flowed really easily with his brother who is too smart to be able to have a conversation without making the other person feel incredibly inferior for no particular reason other than he can. For example, when asked about my day at work and I responded letting them know I worked in an establishment that sells Belgian chocolate he proceeded to lecture me on the production of cocoa etc and generally drained my life.
She also asked me if I was pregnant the first second we were alone. Joy.
Anywho, must scramble and go play housewife.
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