A Feminist's Nightmare

James and I are sitting on the couch and this lovely exchange occurs:

*James grabs my leg*

Me: Stop that!

James: I own you, I can do whatever I want... I own you.

Me: EXCUUUUSE ME???

James: Good for you, asking your master to excuse you.

Me: Oh my gosh, I'm going to blog about this jerk.

James: Good for you... it's cute you have a little pet project... but shhhh... men are talking.

Why am I getting married again? le sigh.

But I'll get him back. I'll schedule two more dinner parties with people he doesn't know. I win.