Mark and I were having a small disagreement today. I’ve been worrying about something that he views as very minor. I’d been lecturing him about it and telling him how worried I was and he said something along the lines of, “Monica, I fly jets with thousands of pounds of bombs on them in high crosswinds over mountains, and you’re worried about THAT?”. …. Well, now that you mention it…. LOL! Of course, my pregnant, hormonal self burst into tears and he very quickly realized that maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say to defend his position of not worrying about what I was worried about.
I obviously find it humorous now, even if it wasn’t when it happened. =)