It was a bit of an untimely request... but I was strangely comfortable with it. Remember my reaction? I'm certain I said yes. I think I said, "I'm in if I'm four and out if I'm three..."
I still hold that that was fair. Let's face it, you'd gone too far, I wanted desperately to forgive, and did, but, I, like you saw an opportunity and decided that perhaps making the best of it could save us. Desperate? Oh I think so! How could it not be? I'm pretty sure I sent that dude a fucking letter! A letter!
Either way, What I don't understand is why this arrangement can't work out... you know, Now? What because of the little ones? Please... We've worked this out before; drop them off on hawthorne and let them judge themselves until they find their way back to the mall.
I'm in town, they're in town... the only hold up is you and the high horse you found... um yesterday.
It's the fab four, or we dance no more! No More No pants dance! So I feel entitled, so what!? I'm the one who was crossed and I say it's fine if we expand the family a little bit. It was your idea! and because I liked it now you're mad? Typical. Either way, what I want to know is... did you ask yet?