little bitty girl

He knows he is not allowed to make a sound.

He knows how much I need to absorb Grey's Anatomy and all of it's delightful, no-way-it-would-happen-in-real-life storylines.

He knows that the only time there can be any sound during the show is when it is a commercial.

Yet, he insisted on talking to me during the last 10 minutes of the show! Not only did he insist on talking to me, he pretended to talk to me in the way I would talk to my girlfriend, Marie, when I discuss the show. Except he made me sound like this completely inane, prepubescent little girl. Do you know how weird that looks? THEN he proceeded to laugh at me as I pretended to flail at him.

Still.

One can't stay too mad at someone who will patiently fold all of your teeny underwear (even the unfoldable thongs) despite the fact that I will only rummage through it all the next morning.

But.

He really should know better.