As for all the Mercury chaos, I fought with the soldier most of last week. We sounded like this:

“Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!”

“Yeah! Well blah, blah, blah and blah!”

“Blah!”

“Blah, blah, your mother!”

::grins::

And then the battery on his truck went out. ::smirks:: Which meant he could not charge his phone so a few minutes later, he was on a pay phone with a phone card.

“Blah, blah, blah. Blah the hell, blah, blah, blah.”

“Oh really? Is that your blah, blah? Well here’s my blah, blah. And my blah and my blah. And I don’t care if you can’t stand me, I can’t stand you either and no one else can stand either one of us so…”

He’s more mature than I am. Slightly.

“Are we going to resolve this tonight? Do you think we can?” he asked. “If we can resolve this tonight I’ll stay here and talk to you until we do but if we can’t then I’m going to go to sleep.”

I thought about it. I tried to see a way to resolution but couldn’t. ‘Can’t resolve this tonight.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Silence.

Then we both mumbled, “Love you,” and hung up, pouting. We didn’t want to say that because we were pissed but you know. In case one of us dies overnight.