On the subject of planning our weekend getaway:
Him: Don't forget to look stuff up in Gulfport. Nothing too fancy.
Me: What counts as "too fancy?"
Him: Most places you'd like.
Me: Ok. Well, I hear tell there's this old dirt farmer in Mississippi what would let a couple of city folk such as ourselves spend the night in his barn for twenty bucks and some chewin' tabacky. Still too fancy?
Him: No, that's perfect!
On the subject of my impending birthday:
Me: I can't believe I'm going to be 33 next week!
Mom: I don't even want to talk about how old that makes me!
Me: Well, I haven't broken out into hives yet* and my birthday doesn't fall on PMS week this year so the casualties should be minimal.
*Yes, as my 32nd birthday got closer last year I started breaking out in hives. I spent my 30th birthday in bed for three days. I don't deal with aging well at all. I'm considering starting therapy now to properly deal with the event of turning 40 without having a total galactic meltdown.