Matt and I had one of those big stupid fights the other night – you know the kind were you're both right but secretly you think you are more right and then it's downhill from there? Anyway so after a mini Cold War, Matt comes in the kitchen where I'm slicing Sam's cantaloupe to freezing. So, you know, I have the knife.
He says "Honey. I'm sorry I was a jerk."
"You were a jerk." I agree. Then I realize this is not helping end the fight so I add, "I'm sorry I was a jerk too. But you were a bigger jerk."
"So I won?"
And that's why I love him.
