I Love You. Now Go Away.

So I was hemming my pants and the thread kept getting tangling. I ripped out the same stitching four times in a row. By this time I was hollering and cursing loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I know they could hear me, because we hear them.

"It's my fault," Shawn states matter-of-factly.
"No it's not," I mumble.
"Yes it is. It's just easier when it's my fault," he offers.
"While that may be true, it doesn't help me now!" I laugh.

Shawn just dies laughing. "That's why I love you," he sighs.
"Why? Because my quick comebacks?" I ask.
"No, because you can go from being so ticked off, to laughing about whatever it is you're so ticked off about!"
"It's called Manic-Depression," I answered. "It what keeps me from being completely psychotic."

"No," Shawn says, laughing still. "It's what makes you completely psychotic!"

Good point.