“Yes. Because it was the only time you pushed me over the edge with the complaining about your big toe.” “Babe, that shit hurts. It’s a legitimate injury.” She smiles and lifts her wineglass up. “Okay. So would you compare your pain to something like . . . I don’t know, menstrual cramps?” “Oh no, you don’t.” I shake my head. “I’m not going to fall for that. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is as bad as menstrual cramps.” “You’re only saying that because when we did the simulator, you clocked out at level six.” I lean forward and whisper, “Babe, I thought my balls were about to explode.”
