The latest text conversation between my love and I about my woes with delicious-but-dangerous grapefruit and his constant willingness to put up with my particular brand of crazy.
Me: I just squirted grapefruit juice in my eye
Him: Going to amputate?
Me: Yes. Can you pick me up an eye patch on the way home? A cute one, please, that will go nicely with a variety of outfits and not clash with my hair
Him: Smiley face on it?
Me: I’m not 12!! Maybe you could find one with One Direction on it though…
I sure do love that Blue Eyed sweetheart of mine.