Lisa: <sitting up in bed, glares at cell phone in hand> <chucks cell phone across the room and watches it fall to the floor, back plate coming off with a satisfying clatter>
Rowlf: <curled up in doggie bed> <lifts head> ...Whu was that?
Lisa: <glaring in general direction of cell phone> ...Guys stink. ...Really, REALLY stink. ...Men are okay. Gentlemen are awesome. But guys... <shakes fist> MISERABLY fail.
Rowlf: ...Oh... Ex, again?
Lisa: <sarcastically> Gee, how'd ya guess?
Rowlf: ...It's all in the subtle details.
Lisa: <sigh> <sinks back against bed> When I take that roadtrip, in... twelve days and counting... I'm turning my cell phone off, and leaving it here. I am NOT letting him ruin my vacation.
Rowlf: ...<Nods> Seems reasonable.
Lisa: And I am SO not even going to THINK about going on ONE SINGLE DATE for at LEAST another year.
Rowlf: ...That seems less reasonable.
Lisa: ...Yeah, well... Guys... <smirk> To misuse a quote from my Foot, guys are "the drink of the acidic water at the bottom of the worst minds." ...When SHE said it, she was refering to an energy drink. But it applies to guys too.
Rowlf: ...If you say so. <settles back into doggie bed> Sleep well.
Lisa: <mutters> Fat chance... <Stares at the ceiling for a bit, then rolls out of bed and pulls on robe> I'm gonna walk around. See you in the morning. <shoves feet into slippers and slips out into the hallway>