I left the gym this morning and called the soldier who was completely bitchy. He said he was going to not work out and it was my fault.

“You work out! Don’t you not work out and blame it on me. You better work out. You better do something. Something like fix your lousy personality!” I said.

He laughed.

“You’re laughing but I’m not. I was happy until I called you and you’re all cranky.” I thought of today’s forecast and wondered whose fault it was in reality. “Anyway, why don’t you do it? Work out, fix your personality and then call me if you love me.”

That last is something he always says to me.

“I love you, P.”

“I love you too but I don’t like you taking your bad mood out on me so for Godsakes do something! Yipes! Why did I dial this phone in the first place?”

I looked at the phone in my hand while he laughed.

“Yes, I have made a mistake calling you. This phone should have a warning on it or something. Beware of you!” I said.  “Danger.”

He laughed some more so I gave up.

I hung up knowing he felt better courtesy my bitching. Strange how that works but it does. *(&*^%$!!