Marge canceled and uncanceled for a hang out-java-session three times this morning.
Finally after much pondering we met up. I decided that coffee wouldn’t cut it, so we opted for lunch instead. I always say in a time of need a girl’s gotta feed her face (yup, I for sure say that).
I picked her favorite place too so that she could feel comfortable spilling the azuki beans. I knew something heavy was on her mind, but when she was almost 20 minutes late I knew it was really bad. Marge is never late.
Poor Marge. When she got there she told me that she’s getting bored with her relationship with Guy…she likes him but he never wants to go anywhere.
Ugh. I didn’t know how to react at first, and then pretty much as soon as she dropped the bob-omb on me, my lunch break was over!
Curse you day job!!! Curse you!!!