That’s what my degree is for…

I liked Mike’s very recently posted conversation about married life. I’m inspired to post one too! And like Mike’s, it occurred this afternoon as well. And was just as romantic.

(Driving home, shortly after leaving work)
Mike: “How was your day?”
Me: “Oh… fine… though I’m worried I’m manic depressive.”
Mike: “Oh… ya?”
Me: “Ya… I’m at work, and I’m in a meeting, and I’m all energetic and talky and really “on”, you know? And then I get in the car and I stop talking and I just, like, slump. Have no energy.”
Mike: “You’re not manic depressive. That’s called work.”
Me: “Oh.”

*sudden realization that I might have spent too much money for my psych degree*