Friday, a good day for arguments

[Al-khiyal]

July 7, 2007 -- My boyfriend strode into the kitchen, just as I was putting the finishing touches to a delicious breakfast of black coffee, leftover Chinese takeaway and tears. His stride was remarkably manly and the look in his eye betokened uncustomarily firm purpose.

"Have you been buying masculinity pills off the internet again?" I inquired.

"No," he said. "I have decided that voluntary acquiescence in your ongoing emasculation project will probably serve me better in the long run. But I have decided it's time we had our annual row about where we're - that's you, me and my vestigial testicles - going on holiday this summer."

I groaned inwardly. And then outwardly.

"Do we have to do it today?" I asked. "We have so many other rows to get through on a Friday. We've got to go to the supermarket, where you will volunteer to carry the basket and then wander off like a particularly stupid child until I find you, 40 minutes later (complete with 47 unauthorised purchases of reduced sausages), standing entranced by the multitudinous jars of pickle on offer and insistent upon describing their relative merits to me long after my own interest in the subject has waned.

"If we stop for petrol, there's another four hours of argument because, although I have long grasped the concept that...

a) A full tank of petrol is better for the engine than it constantly grinding itself into dust on the bare minimum, and that...

b) It costs us no more money in the long term, but saves us the 72 visits a week that your preferred method of giving the car four drops at a time in some misguided attempt to teach this inanimate object to run more efficiently... you have not.

"Then there are all the household goods you will smash today. Or lose. Or stand on. Or somehow, unaccountably, make smell. How do you do that, by the way? Do you have extra glands or something?"

"My glands are not the issue," he stated authoritatively - he has been taking those pills, I'm damn well sure of it. "The issue is summer and the holidaying aspect thereof."

"OK. We're not going."

"Why not? We are the only two thirtysomethings in the country who do not own a passport between them. In our dislike and distrust of Abroad, if in nothing else, we are as one. Why not take advantage of this single but profound bond?"

"Because everything I like is in the house, we can't afford it and you'd keep wanting us to do things together."

"What if we went somewhere very cheap and full of secondhand bookshops interspersed with chocolate sellers and clean lavatories?"

"We can go on holiday to 1955?"

"Or Rye."

"No."

"Don't you feel an occasional yearning to break out of the daily routine, free yourself from quotidian realities and expose yourself to, if not a whole new range of experiences, at least a whole new branch of Waitrose or Marks & Spencer cafe?"

"No."

"What if I said you could have every afternoon to yourself to sit in a dark cupboard with a scale model of the house, eat toast and look at pictures of your own books and lavatories?"

"No."

"I think I'm going to cry soon. Despite these pills I'm taking."

The situation remains unresolved. Except, of course, in my mind.

Friday, a good day for arguments

[Bent_Bladi]

OH MY GOD!! What a headache!!!! . I gave up after (a)...

[piccolomondo]

Friday is the best day for everything: arguments, make up... roundup... and all the 'ups & downs' ;-)

[piccolomondo]

David Bowie - Friday On My Mind.mp3

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[Bent_Bladi]

Friday is the best day for everything: arguments, make up... roundup... and all the 'ups & downs' ;-)

lol - true dat!

[Cheba_Mami]

i would never argue like that (if my man is good)
better is: a small reasonable discussion presenting simple little undeniable facts.

[piccolomondo]

Three times the same silly song:

The Cure - Friday I'm In Love

Original

Live @ Gurten Festival, Bern, Switzerland 07/14/95

Acoustic