Oh my God. We live in Chicago. It’s so windy it never feels like Spring. Plus, my stomach is literally eating itself from all the bird food she’s been force feeding me, and she wants to argue over seasonal swatch choices? Seriously, I haven’t had a pizza in like two weeks, and I fucking know she lied about us being out of Better Cheddars. Her distaste for cheese is unnatural. She should have disclosed that information on the first date.
