Friends, if you’re married it’s your job to support your spouse in all things. Follow my lead:
Chaos Boy called me yesterday freaking out because he thought a course he’s teaching began next week (it doesn’t) and he still doesn’t have the textbook from the university. The admin at the school in charge of getting him a book isn’t even sure they have one to send him. It’s about a $200 book. “Do I order a used one? Rent one?”
Here’s where Supportive Danger Puppy stepped in: “Stop acting poor! Order a fucking new book. And please, sir, soothe thine mammaries!”
That’s right. I told him to calm his tits.