I was whining to Jesse about some silly "mean girls" stuff that has been bugging me lately.
"I don't even know why this bothers me so much," I said.
"It bothers you because you're a girl," he said. "And a nice one at that."
This made me feel better for a while. A few hours later, I got in bed with something else on my mind.
"Since you understand that I'm a girl, I have something else that is really bothering me lately that I need to get off my chest," I said.
He put down his iPhone, got very serious, and said, "OK, what is it?"
I breathed a heavy sigh.
"Colored denim is coming back."
"And?" He asks, waiting for more.
"And I kind of like it."
And just like the first time, getting it off my chest made me feel much better.
