Someone once told me that women can't be assholes, only bitches.
Last night, Old Dog and I were sharing war stories about our Mondays.
"Rough days affect everyone differently," I said. I pointed to that ridge of muscles that run from the shoulders to the neck. "It gets me right here."
He kissed me on the top of the head and began massaging my stiff muscles.
"Whereas," I continued, "it apparently gets you right in the armpits."
(I emphatically deny being a bitch on that one.
I will, however, cop to asshole.
BTW -- Don't start feeling sorry for him. He then thrust my head into his armpit and held it there for 30 seconds. I may have to amputate my nose.)