Mr & Mrs Smith

Writing can be cathartic, and hitting publish on yesterday's post was exactly that. Because even with all the bad points there's still more good, sometimes it just takes something silly to remind yourself of whats good and making a mistake yourself to remind you of human fallibility.

Yes, I on some level seemed to decide that if the Fella could be selfish so could I. We talked last night about what really needed to happen, and that he has to face reality at sometime. Then having made some reasonably adult decisions I launched into a crazy attack on Mummy-Dear. Then refused to go for the obligatory Christmas visit/ character attack, or go ever. In what I can only assume was a desperate attempt to prove his commitment to his new found consideration the Fella agreed!!!!! Of course half hour later I'm so guilt ridden at my own hypocrisy I call him back and say of course I'll go over it's selfish not to. But still to err is human, to forgive takes chocolate.

On to the good. Last night 'Mr & Mrs Smith' was on telly, and on a totally random tangent, Vince Vaughan is in the movie in which Brad and Angelina met, he later ends up with Jennifer Anniston, coincidence or conspiracy?? Back to the plot.... we'd been to the cinema to watch it years ago and said at the time it was us with firearms. So I settled down with a wedge of chocolate cake and a glass of Dandelion and Burdock, not as good as a glass of wine or a nice vodka and coke, but needs must. The Fella 200 miles away sat down with Lemsip (he's got man flu, bless) and a larger (so no I'm not giving him sympathy). Yes, we watch movies together, apart, a legacy from the early days when even though he was only a mile away Saturday mornings were spent watching hangover telly over the phone. Let the texting and comedy comments commence, plus regular phone calls in the ad breaks.

Angelina: 'Why do I get the girl gun?'

The Fella: 'You'd totally say that'

Me: 'You'd give me the girl gun!'

The Fella: 'I'd swap'

Me: 'Only if you ran out of ammo'

The Fella: 'No, weellllll, maybe'

Or my personal favorite:

Me: 'Please tell me your Mother's an actress'

The Fella: 'Sorry, I'm the bloke I brought the real one'

Me: 'Dammit'

And that's the thing, we just get each other, we may blow the house to pieces, but we work it out in the end, and even when it gets bad I wouldn't swap him for any other guy, except maybe Ben & Jerry.

That's even made me feel quite sick! Normal transmission shall return from now on.

Though rereading not sure if this post is about the Fella or Mr Cadbury.......